Frank Zappa - Torture Never Stops

Didn’t see this version on here, so here you guys go! Frank zappa (guitar) Captain beefheart (harmonica, vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone) Bruce fowler (trombone) Denny walley (slide guitar) George duke (keyboards) Tom fowler (bass) Terry bozzio (drums) Flies all green and buzzin’ In this 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 light in the day And it stinks so bad the stones been chokin’ Weepin’ greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works And the torture never stops The torture never stops Slime and rot and rats and snot and Vomit on the floor Fifty hill billy soldiers man 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 Where the blood goes down the drain And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ 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 this dungeon of despair An evil prince eats a steamin’ pig In a chamber right near there He eats the snouts and the trotters first The loins and the groins are soon dispersed His carvin’ style is well rehearsed He stands and shouts All men be cursed (4x) And disagree, hell no one durst He’s the best of cause of all the worst Some wrong been done He done it first And he stinks so bad his bones been chokin’ Weepin’ greenish drops In the light of the iron sausage Where the torture never stops The torture never stops The torture The torture The torture never stops Flies all green and buzzin’ In the 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 That had never been explained Since at first it was created But a dungeon like a sin Requires not much lockin’ in Of everything thats ever been Look at her Look at him Thats whats the deal we’re dealin in Thats whats the deal we’re dealin in Thats whats the deal we’re dealin in