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 zeros someone painted?, 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 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