Lyrics:

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 overdone

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 fucking showmercial

Instead of 'make you a man'; 'make you a monkey', yeah
Throw your head in the living crop circle, yeah uh

Let me tell you about it
Ah, let me tell you about it
Ah, come on
Ah, come on
Ah, come on, yeah

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