Insane Clown Posse - Crop Circles lyrics

The sun rises and sets on time
Every day of the year
But sporadically, the circles appear
Bafflin' all through the history of no man
Since fuckin' with the mystery of Stonehenge
Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers
Mind blowers, nobody knows what for sure
Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity
But I can read em
And I believe that I need em
I'm runnin through a wheat
Field chasing a ghost they love cicles
Use em for portals and time holes
And dance backwards and chant
With the crow people
At the crop circle, I come to know people
Under moon rays, lightin' up my new ways
The new lays, they mow em down in 2 days
A hundred years from now we'll
Pay for that mishap
With another motherfuckin' hurricane


Bitch slap

The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

This ball of mud that we live on is alive
You try to wipe it's mouth
It's gonna wipe us out
I lay in the field alone in
The middle of the night
I try to get my life right
And pray for bright light
Set flames to the wheat
Rows during an eclipse
And the spirit's will come out and dance
Catch you a glimpse they're like artists
Connecting the stars in rare fashion
Intricately placed with secrets
Of white magic
I'm runnin' through the moonlit fields
Following a little orb light
Hoping it might reveal
Any secret, it's dancing and I can't catch up
And I almost ran headfirst into a truck
No compass will work
And I'm lookin' for answers
While the sands of my hour
Glass fall up backwards
Have I lost you? cause I've lost me too
But if your hiding in the crops
I will come find you

The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

Forty thousand years ago
The stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near spoken
In England, The face of a dead woman
Shown, etched out a wheat
Field uniquely woven

Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius
Predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpa's wood barn
Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn

Dead birds scattered throughout the
Patterns of earth
No explanations left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of their power in seconds
I'm laying in the crop
Circle countin' my blessings

It might hurt, though
Headaches and nausea will creep in
And your nose will bleed when you're sleepin'

Don't go near there don't dare beware
Unless your like us
(Don't really care) and don't care

The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

Guy: Hey baby
Come on over here and have a seat ya know
I'm glad I finally got you to the house
Girl: This is nice guy: Oh damn
I gotta check this message I been filling out
Applications all around the city you know
Trying to get a job
Girl: Don't worry about it baby
Guy: Let me handle this
Baby Mama: The fucking kids
Are lonely goddamnit!
What the fuck's your problem asshole!?
I'm fuckin' broke over here!
I need your fuckin' money!
Girl: Who the fuck was that?