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 likea 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,Finding My Way Back To You Lyrics
I used to get away with so much Now I can't get away I even thought that it was simple To say the things I wanted to say