frank zappa – the torture never stops [fz: oz] lyrics
flies all green ‘n buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
prisoners grumble and p-ss 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 never stops
the torture never stops
slime ‘n rot, rats ‘n snot ‘n vomit on the floor
‘n 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 never stops
never stops, 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 loins ‘n the groins is then dispersed
his carvin’ style is well rehe-rs-d
oh, 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
(he’s the best of course of all the worst)
some wrong been done, he done it first
(when some wrong been done, he done it first)
an’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’
‘n weepin’ greenish drops
in the room where the iron maiden
where the torture never stops
the torture never stops
(where is it?)
the torture never stops
(alright!)
the torture never stops
fz: ladies & gentlemen, norman “blind lemon” gunston, a little aussie bleeder!
norman gunston: this harmonica is a bit dry, y’know. it used to belong to stevie wonder, you know? course um, when i knocked the spit out a whole lotta watermelon seeds came out, you know. it’s a bit dry, i just wetted it, y’know
fz: well, blow your harmonica, son!
norman gunston: the fun hasn’t beginned yet, uh, later on apparently the mothers are gonna hand out the bingo cards and everything, you know. (it really sucks.) thank you very much, mother superior. you’d think he’d try electrolysis, wouldn’t you?
flies all green ‘n buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
who are all those people that he’s locked away down there
are they crazy?
are they sainted?
are they heros 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 her
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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