The Torture Never Stops Lyrics - Zoot Allures - 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 

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; 

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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 

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(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