Lyrics:

Twenty-five whores in the room next door Twenty-five floors and I need more I'm looking for the can in the candy store Two thousand Hamburg four And colours I ain't seen before It's a small world and it smells funny I'd buy another if it wasn't for the money Take back what I paid For another motherfucker in a motorcade In a long black car With the prettiest shit From Panama When the sirens wail And the lights flash blue My vision thing come Slamming through It's a small world and it smells bad I'd buy another if I had Back What I paid For another motherfucker in a motorcade Slamming through Slamming through What do wee need to make our world come alive? What does it take to make us sing? While we're waiting for the next one to arrive? One million points of light One billion dollar Vision Thing Another black hole in the killing zone A little more mad in the methedrome One blinding flash of sense Just like the president's Well, I don't mind Out of my mind Blizzard king Bring it on home It's a small world and it smells bad I'd buy another if I had Back What I paid For another motherfucker in a motorcade And a vision thing And a vision thing And a ... Sha la la la What do we need to make our world come alive? What do we need to make us sing? While we're waiting for the next one to arrive? One million points of light One billion dollar Vision Thing Sha la la la