Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Torture Never Stops, artist - Dweezil Zappa. Album song Return of the Son of..., in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 11.07.2010
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
The Torture Never Stops |
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 |
Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor |
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 |
The torture |
The torture 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 loin’s 'n the groin’s 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 |
(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin' |
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops |
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage |
(Well) Where the torture never stops |
The torture never stops |
The torture |
The torture |
The torture never stops |
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair |
Who are all those people that he’s locked away up there |
Are they crazy? |
Are they sainted? |
Are they zeros 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 hers |
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 |