Frank Zappa — The Torture Never Stops FZ: OZ

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair Prisoners grumble and piss 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 rehearsed 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