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Frank Zappa - You Can’t Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 4 - The Torture Never Stops (original version)
You Can’t Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 4
Disc 1
01. Little Rubber Girl
02. Stick Together
03. My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama
04. Willie the Pimp
05. Montana
06. Brown Moses
07. The Evil Prince
08. Approximate
09. Love of My Life (Mudd Club version)
10. Let’s Move to Cleveland Solos (1984)
11. You Call That Music?
12. Pound for a Brown Solos (1978)
13. The Black Page (1984)
14. Take Me Out to the Ball Game
15. Filthy Habits
16. The Torture Never Stops (original version)
Disc 2
01. Church Chat
02. Stevie’s Spanking
03. Outside Now
04. Disco Boy
05. Teen‐Age Wind
06. Truck Driver Divorce
07. Florentine Pogen
08. Tiny Sick Tears
09. Smell My Beard
10. The Booger Man
11. Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy
12. Are You Upset?
13. Little Girl of Mine
14. The Closer You Are
15. Johnny Darling
16. No, No Cherry
17. The Man From Utopia
18. Mary Lou
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