In a Hole The Jesus and Mary Chain

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 the blood in my face and my head
Flows 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 refine
And I want to see
What I want to be
And I see me on a toxic 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