My CD collection The Torture Never Stops from the CD As An Am [Beat The Boots] Track # 6 Previous Track | WARNING / GUARANTEE This album contains material which a truly free society would neither fear nor surpress. In some socially retarded areas, religious fanatics and ultra conservative political organizations violate your First Amendment Rights by attempting to censor rock-n-roll albums. We feel that this is un-Contstitutional and un-American. As an alternative to these government supported programs (designed to keep you docile and ignorant), Barking Pumpkin is pleased to provide stimulating digital audio entertainment for those of you who have outgrown the ordinary. The language contained herein are GUARANTEED NOT TO CAUSE ETERNAL TORMENT IN THE PLACE WHERE THE GUY WITH THE HORNS AND THE POINTED STICK CONDUCTS HIS BUSINESS. This guarantee is as real as the threats of the video fundmentalists who use attacks on rock music in their attempt to transform America into a nation of check-mailing nincompoops (in the name of Jesus Christ). If there is a hell, it's fires wait for them, not us. |
| Lyrics - © Frank Zappa Flies all green and 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 gets to know about the regular light 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. Slime and rot, rats and snot 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 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 steaming pig in a chamber right near there He eats the snouts and the trotters first The loins and the groins is soon dispersed His carvin' style is well rehearsed 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 Some wrong been done he done it first And it stinks so bad his bones been chokin' and weepin' greenish drops In the night 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 his dungeon of despair Who are all those people that he's locked away down there? Are they crazy? Are they sainted? Are they zeroes someone painted? And it's never been explained since it 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 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 Previous Track  | |||||||||
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