Frank Zappa - Torture Never Stops

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 a