People build a brick bridge
To get to the other side
That is out of their reach
Of a tempting kind

Neighbor’s house is bigger
Married girls are prettier
Another car drives faster
There’s always a place that seems better

Someone’s garden’s in blossom
Your bowl looks the smallest
But my wise mama was right
The grass is greener on the other side

You’ve been torn apart by the green devil inside
Open your eyes
You already stand on somebody else’s other side
Isn’t that nice?

There’s standing a bridge
And you’re stepping on that
But it’s not what it seems
You want [bad word] back

Neighbor’s house is bigger
Married girls are prettier
Another car drives faster
There’s always a place that seems better

Someone’s garden’s in blossom
Your bowl looks the smallest
But my wise mama was right
The grass is greener on the other side

You’ve been torn apart by the green devil inside
Open your eyes
You already stand on somebody else’s other side
Isn’t that nice?