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Come on I was born underwater, I dried out in the sun I started humping volcanoes, 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, alright Like a lamb to the slaughter, like a peach in the sun I'll curl you up in my flame pit, baby, until you're 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 show-mercial Instead of make you a man, make you a monkey, yeah Throw your head in the living crop circle, yeah, uh-huh Ah, 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, oh yeah Come on

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 22, 2026

Wake up, baby, 'cause I'm coming to you from the future Now don't be surprised when I'm sittin' at the foot of your bed I bring you a light you could never see in the daytime Planting the seed of my perfume in your head Well, I've wasted enough of my time on the edge of forever And I've paid all the goddamn dues that I wanna pay Never let them hear you beg Never let them know Your pillow nest of a dripping gods is a place you go alone But late at night I hear you cry Your taste for dirt just makes me smile My purple tablet turns to goo Have I got something warm for you Well, I've wasted enough of my time on the edge of forever And I've paid all the goddamn dues that I wanna pay, yeah If I can't slip into the thirteenth house of your twilight, baby, yeah I'll plant a bomb in the temple of your dreams I'll plant a bomb in the temple of your dreams, yeah Wake up, baby, 'cause I'm coming to you from the future And don't be surprised when I'm floatin' above your bed I bring you a god you could never love in the daytime Nailing the seed of my perfume in your head Well, I've wasted enough of my time on the edge of forever And I've paid all the goddamn dues that I wanna pay, yeah If I can't slip into the thirteenth house of your twilight, baby, yeah I'll plant a bomb in the temple of your dreams I'll plant a bomb in the temple of your dreams, yeah Temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams, the temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams The temple of your dreams The temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams (Temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams) The temple of your dreams (The temple of your dreams) The temple of your—

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 22, 2026

You're looking for the one who fucked your mom It's not me It's not me You're looking for the one who made you cry That's not me It's not me If you wanna stuff your garbage in that hole Oh, baby, I'm your man of the hour, yeah, yeah You think the world's got the evil eye on you That's not true That's not true The only one I see causing major pain Is just you It's just you If you wanna spank your demons and make them pay Then, baby, I'm your man of the hour, yeah Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry when they don't greet the day with God I know life's a bummer, baby But that's got precious little to do with me You think you've found the one most like yourself And that's me Yeah, that's me You're sure we've known each other all our lives That could be That could be If you wanna spank your demons and make them pay Then, baby, I'm your man of the hour, yeah, yeah Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry, cry, cry when they don't greet the day with God I know life's a bummer, baby But that's got precious little to do with me I know life's a bummer, baby But that's got nothing at all To do with me I needed a small vacation So they put me on a train They called it "rehabilitation" Oh, but here I am again It's against my second nature Not to chase you down that hole I need a fistful of medication Just to keep it in my pants Ain't nothing like it You're looking for the one who fucked your mom It's not me It's not me You're looking for the one who made you cry It's not me That's not me If you wanna spank your demons and make them pay Then, baby, I'm your man of the hour, yeah Some people go to bed with Lucifer Then they cry, cry, cry when they don't greet the day with God I know life's a bummer, baby But that's got precious little to do with me I know life's a bummer, baby But that's got damn nothing at all To do with me

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 22, 2026

I read a book today It made me think of a life I led It seemed so far away But then I wouldn't call it dead I see a name or two And the ghosts just start to roam I had 'em locked away It seems they've cut their own parole Now face the music, son Some people live to remember when But you're no storage space You've lived a dozen lives since then So what would M.O.D.O.K. do If his memory got too full? He'd find a power source And then he'd pick what plugs to pull I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up I turned on my TV and somebody blew up I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up I learned how to live true and somebody blew up My brain was still today Just taking a little death Just like the doctors say I never get that kind of rest The movie's on again They got me nullifying ghosts I'm better dead than red I guess I'll never get off the boat I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up I turned on my TV and somebody blew up I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up I learned how to live true and somebody blew up

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 22, 2026

You're floating there, you're handing me a snake inside a jar It's just too cool, I do believe you're what you say you are How many days was I in that psychotic submarine? I stumbled out, I took my turn, and now I've made your scene And I am cross, a sacrifice, and born in Vietnam You'll take me home in your machine and tell me about your plan Come on in, come on in And put your hands on me Come on in, come on in My love will set you free I said woah, ho, ho, I'm in love again Woah, ho, ho, you're so strange Woah, ho, ho, I'm in love again Woah, ho, ho, you're so strange, so very strange, alright They'll hang me here, they'll make me pay If I do what they don't like So cast your sin quick and bite my lip And screw my brain up tight Come on in, come on in And put your claws in me Come on in, come on in And tune up my machine I said woah, ho, ho, I'm in love again Woah, ho, ho, you're so strange Woah, ho, ho, I'm in love again Woah, ho, ho, you're so strange And I said woah, woah, strange little baby Woah, woah, strange little baby Woah, woah, strange little baby Strange, strange, strange, strange little baby Woah, woah, strange little, strange little, strange little, strange little Strange little baby Strange little baby Strange little baby Strange little baby, strange little baby, woah Oh yeah

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 22, 2026

Come on, baby, skim the top with me I'll tell you stories 'bout victory I used to be a dreamer just like you And then my pocket told me what to do All things are looking good from where I sit Or in the United States of who gives a shit Sucking love from wherever I can Cashing Satan's checks with my dick in my hand Talkin' 'bout a free ride I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide You're wanted on the third eye, baby I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a free ride I'm waitin' for a landslide You're wanted on the third eye, baby I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide, yeah Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Sweet little slice, I'll give you what you need Just give your card and your soul to me Talkin' 'bout a free ride I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide You're wanted on the third eye, baby I'm talkin' 'bout a landslide, yeah Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Now I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it I'm living on top of it, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah Yeah

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 22, 2026

Our little room on 7th Street is getting cold And secrets ain't like mescaline, they don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away, uh-huh You were like a zombie when you told me what you did that day And I drove out to the Meadowlands To throw our baby away Well, time and snow couldn't bury Years of forgotten guilt That little body's calling, rising up From under a Jersey landfill I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell Yeah The creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp You pissing on the pyramids Ain't gonna move things along So pack your scars and your makeup And give your money to the poor 'Cause you've been riding a twenty gauged ticket Into reality's door I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I just woke up the other night, girl And now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell Our TV's gone and you've been huffing on paint And your punk rock band still sucks anyway I was talking to Jesus through a hole in the floor He said our time is up, we can't stay anymore, no more No more Our little room on 7th Street is getting cold And secrets ain't like mescaline, they don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I just woke up the other night, girl And now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell Yeah, I'll see you in hell I'll see you in hell Yeah, I'll see you in hell

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 22, 2026

The moon crashed into the desert It gave me my brand new home These souls come to feed in my crater, yeah, yeah I eat 'em as fast as they come I dig your love and affection I dig your voice on the phone, yeah So pour some coins in my crater, yeah, yeah I spend it as fast as it comes, right now A greased up atomic pavilion And a great way to swallow my time But I do think I need a stronger witness, yeah, yes To watch me blow my mind You ain't digging on my questions And I know I ain't digging on your lies Keep on selling me my future And I'll keep on wearing my disguise Bullshit may last forever But my fuse gets shorter every day And I'll be glad to take your money But gladder to burn it all away So won't you put my dick in plastic And put my brain in a jar? If there's something left of my spirit It'll find you where you are Still so goddamn hungry I'm feeding off my own bones So lay me out in my crater, yeah, yeah And nuke me 'til I glow

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 22, 2026

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How did I get here without you? It's a miracle we're all sane We're kinda like suckin' a vacuum Or booking a flight on a doomed plane Well, you claimed you could read the future And I'd say that you've nailed that down You still want everyone to love you Well, here's a tip of my hat to your big brain Do you really believe they can't see through A circus punk playing a foul game? Let me cast you in light that's natural And with me you can strike that pose, yeah And you melt for the camera 'cause your lies become you Yes, your lies become you Yes, your lies become you after all How am I living without you? Mm, I'm not even sure now that I'm sane But this little dog's got enough sense To know not to sleep in the cold rain Yeah, yeah, yeah How are you doing without me? I'm sure you've found some new game I never wanted to miss you But then I, I never thought I could take pain Hope it's warmer for you, princess I in fact hope it's hot as hell, yeah And you get what you asked for 'cause your lies become you Yes, your lies become you Yes, your lies become you after all

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 22, 2026