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
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