Crop Circles

You put your faith in things

You cannot prove

You're so willing to believe me

Until I tell the truth

You got your money

I can show you how

You lead the revolution

But forget about it now

I'm the one, the whiz,

You broke the grass and made you

come from miles around

And I know that I'll pay

Until the day I die

Blame it on the wind

The rain

The alien rocket ships

Its all the same and I know

It was me who made you wonder why

Does it really matter?

It was just a little fun

Does it really matter

If your world comes undone