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, alright      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 some mansion      Instead of make you a man, make you a monkey   Throw your head in the living crop circle, yeah      Let me tell you about it   Let me tell you about it, come on   Come on, come on      I said   "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"