Twenty-five who*es 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 motherf**er in a motorcade
In a long black car
With the prettiest sh**
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
Take back what i paid
For another motherf**er 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 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 k**ing 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
Take back what i paid
For another motherf**er in a motorcade
Slamming through
It is vision thing
Twenty-five who*es in the room next door
I can't find any more
Twenty-five floors and i need more
Sometimes I wanna f** this all
Vision thing
Blizzard king