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FRANK ZAPPA : The Torture Never Stops lyrics

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FRANK ZAPPA lyrics : "The Torture Never Stops"

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
The torture never stops


Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, 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

The torture
The torture
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 stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed

All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst

He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first


(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,

(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture

The torture
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 crazy?,

Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created

But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been

Look at hers
Look at him
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


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