[bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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 show mercial

 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 [bad word] 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