the torture never stops
Singer:frank zappa
flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
a tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
an' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'n weepin' greenish drops
in the room where the giant fire puffer works
'n the torture never stops
rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
holdin' spears by the iron door
knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
an' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;
an' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'n weepin' greenish drops
in the room where the giant fire puffer works
'n the torture never stops
the torture never stops. flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
an evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
he eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
the loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
his carvin' style is well rehearsed
he's the best of course of all the worst
'n weepin' greenish drops
in the night of the iron sausage
where the torture never stops
the torture never stops. flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
who are all those people that he's locked away up there
are they zeros someone painted?
it has never been explained since at first it was created
requires naught but lockin' in
of everything that's ever been
that's what's the deal we're dealing in
that's what's the deal we're dealing in
that's what's the deal we're dealing in
that's what's the deal we're dealing in