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