Frank Zappa

"The Torture Never Stops [As An Am]"

FZ: Okay, calm down . . . We're now gonna perform a traditional Halloween number . .

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble
'N p*ss their clothes
'N 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
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the room where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Slime and rot 'n rats and snuck
And vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers men
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives and spikes and guns and the likes
Of every tool of pain
And a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop
A sinister little midget with a bucket and a mop
A sinister little midget with a bucket and a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the room where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In his dungeon of despair
An Evil Prince eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber right near there
He eats de snouts an' de trotters first!
The loins and the groins are soon dispersed
His carving style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts, that's right
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, that's right
Well hey, no one durst
He's the best of cause of all the worst
He's the best of cause of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first
Some wrong been done, he done it first
And he stinks so bad his bones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the light of the iron sausage
Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops
That's right

[screams of agony accompany the guitar solo]

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Who are all these people
That is locked away down there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes someone painted?
Well it's never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires nought but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at her
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealin in
That's what's the deal we're dealin in
That's what's the deal we're dealin in
That's what's the deal we're dealin in

FZ: Happy Halloween, goodnight to our television audience

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