Vision Thing

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 colors I ain't seen before

Well well, 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 we 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
A one blinding flash of sense just like the president's
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

A vision thing, a vision thing and a sha la la la
What do we need to make our world come alive?
What does it takes 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, sha la la la
Sha la la la, sha la la la
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