sung by Jim. Grass grows greener. On the other side. Corn grows sweeter. On the other side. And I watch And I watch And I watch. And I see too much. And I broke my face. And my head grows too much. God spits. On my soul. There's something dead inside my hole. In my hole. In my hole. In my hole. I step crueller. But less defined. Striped cats cooler. But so is mine. And I want to see. What I want to be. And I see me on a touching screen. And I'm dancing to a scream. God spits. On my soul. There's something dead inside my hole. In my hole. In my hole. In my hole. How can something crawl within. My rubber holy baked bean tin. It's god to me it's god to me. It is heart and soul. Oh heart and soul.