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 crop circle
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