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Frank Zappa - The Old Masters, Box Three - The Torture Never Stops
The Old Masters, Box Three
Disc 1
01. Big Swifty
02. Your Mouth
03. It Just Might Be a One‐Shot Deal
04. Waka/Jawaka
Disc 2
01. For Calvin (and His Next Two Hitch‐Hikers)
02. The Grand Wazoo
03. Cletus Awreetus‐Awrightus
04. Eat That Question
05. Blessed Relief
Disc 3
01. Camarillo Brillo
02. I’m the Slime
03. Dirty Love
04. Fifty‐Fifty
05. Zomby Woof
06. Dinah Moe Humm
07. Montana
Disc 4
01. Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow
02. Nanook Rubs It
03. St. Alfonzo’s Pancake Breakfast
04. Father O’Blivion
05. Cosmik Debris
06. Excentrifugal Forz
07. Apostrophe’
08. Uncle Remus
09. Stink‐Foot
Disc 5
01. Preamble
02. Penguin in Bondage
03. Pygmy Twylyte
04. Dummy Up
05. Preamble
06. Village of the Sun
07. Echidna’s Arf (of You)
08. Don’t You Ever Wash That Thing?
Disc 6
01. Preamble
02. Cheepnis
03. Son of Orange County
04. More Trouble Every Day
05. Preamble
06. Be‐Bop Tango (of the Old Jazzmen’s Church)
Disc 7
01. Inca Roads
02. Can’t Afford No Shoes
03. Sofa No. 1
04. Po‐Jama People
05. Florentine Pogen
06. Evelyn, a Modified Dog
07. San Ber’dino
08. Andy
09. Sofa No. 2
Disc 8
01. Debra Kadabra
02. Carolina Hard‐Core Ecstasy
03. Sam With the Showing Scalp Flat Top
04. Poofter’s Froth Wyoming Plans Ahead
05. 200 Years Old
06. Cucamonga
07. Advance Romance
08. Man With the Woman Head
09. Muffin Man
Disc 9
01. Wind Up Workin’ in a Gas Station
02. Black Napkins
03. The Torture Never Stops
04. Ms. Pinky
05. Find Her Finer
06. Friendly Little Finger
07. Wonderful Wino
08. Zoot Allures
09. Disco Boy
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