Well, it’s a feelin’
That’s only distillin’
In a collective unconscious
But you already know and it’s a scion
Oh, yeah, straight outta Orion
Take out your box of crayons
And start cryin’ on

Crayon, crayon, baby, crayon
I wanna play with my crayons
Scion, scion from Orion
To take out your crayons and start cryin’ on

And now before you throw yourself to the lions
Call 1-800 how is my defiance
And let the angels with psychomotorik vengeance
Collect unconscious and a pop domino, hey

Crayon, crayon, baby, crayon
I wanna play with my crayons
Scion, scion from Orion
To take a box of your crayons and start cryin’ on

Oh, yeah
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Have you ever lusted after a thought that flows like a spring river
Into that ocean where poets, analysts and sages in arms stand on spiritual catapult
In hopes of some grandiose breakthrough?
Oh, no? Never mind

Crayon, crayon, baby, crayon
I wanna play with my crayons
Scion, scion from Orion
You got it and now I pity yourself, you don’t know, hey

La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, hey
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La-la-la

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