Frank Zappa - The Torture Never Stops Part One lyrics

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair A tiny little 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 'n rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor Fifty ugly lookin' soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain An' a sinister little midget with a bucket an' a mop A sinister little midget with a bucket an' a mop A sinister little 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 groin's are soon dispersed His carvin' style is well rehearsed He stands and shouts All men be cursed All men be… All men be… All men be… All men be cursed Uh-oh! And disagree, (yeah, disagree) Well no-one durst (yeah, no-one dare) He's the best of course of all the worst (He's the best of course of all the worst!) Some wrong a-been a-done… Work out, Bob (Err…) Wanna buy some cave paintings, Bob? Some wrong a-been a-done, (some wrong) He done it first (Some wrong been done, he done it…) 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.