Flies all green 'n buzzin'
In his dungeon of despair!
Prisoners grumble, and 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
'Bout the regular life in the day
'N 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!
Slime and rot, 'n rats and snot,
And vomit on the floor!
Fifty ugly soldiers, man,
Holdin' spears by the iron door!
Knives and spikes 'n guns and the likes
Of every tool of pain --
And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop,
Where the blood goes down the drain --
'N 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!
Torture never stops!
Torture never stops!
The Torture!
The Torture!
The Torture never stops!
Flies all green and buzzin'
In his dungeon of despair!
Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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