Tytuł: The torture never stops

• Wykonawca: Frank Zappa
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   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
  The torture
  The torture
  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
  A sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop
  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
  Hey, nobody would disagree with him!
  No-one durst
  He's the best of course of all the worst
  (He's the best of course of all the worst)
  Some wrong been done, he done it first
  (Some wrong been done, he done it first)
  An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
  'N weepin' greenish drops,
  In the night of the iron sausage,
  Where the torture never stops
  The torture never stops
  The torture
  The torture
  The torture never stops
  Torture time now!
  Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
  Who are all these people that he's locked away down there
  Are they crazy?,
  Are they sainted?
  Are they zeros someone painted?,
  Well, it's never been explained since at first it was created
  But a dungeon just 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
  Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!