I was born underwater I dried out in the sun
I started humpin' volcanoes baby when I was too young
Started surfing the mad house and I decided to stay
I got an itch in my cosmic pocket and it won't go away
Instead of draggin' the swamp for your lost love
Come to me I'm your living crop circle
Like a lamb to the slaughter like a peach in the sun
Curl up in my flame pit baby until you're way over done
I came up from the ground I came down from the sky
And I rounded 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 showmercial
Instead of letting the man make you a monkey
Fry your head in the living crop circle yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I'm your living crop circle
