Crop Circles

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
It's 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