Lyric Crop Circle

Come on...
I was born underwater, I dried out in the sun,
I started humping volcano s baby when I was too young,
I started surfing the madhouse, and I decided to stay,
I got an itch in my cosmic pocket and it won t go away,

Instead of dragging your swamp for your lost love
Come to me I m your living crop circle...yeah

Like a lamb to the slaughter, like a peach in the sun,
I ll curl you up in my flame pit baby until your way over done,
I came up from the ground, I came down from the sky,
And I m grabbing her knees like a worm with a mission,
Cause I m made out of salt and I m made out of coal,
And I live like a king in a ?

Instead of make you a man ; make you a monkey
Throw your head in the living crop circle

Let me tell you about it
Let me tell you about it...come on,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I m your living crop circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I m your living crop circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I m your living crop circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I m your living crop circle