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 motherfucking in a motorcade

Slamming through
Slamming through

What do we need to make this 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 whole 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 by 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 ned 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

Sisters of Mercy
Vision Thing
A Slight Case of Overbombing