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 piss 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