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Frank Zappa - Buffalo - The Torture Never Stops
Buffalo
Disc 1
01. Chunga's Revenge
02. You Are What You Is
03. Mudd Club
04. The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing
05. Cosmik Debris
06. Keep It Greasy
07. Tinsel Town Rebellion
08. Buffalo Drowning Witch
09. Honey, Don't You Want a Man Like Me?
10. Pick Me, I'm Clean
11. Dead Girls of London
12. Shall We Take Ourselves Seriously?
13. City of Tiny Lites
Disc 2
01. Easy Meat
02. Ain't Got No Heart
03. The Torture Never Stops
04. Broken Hearts Are for Assholes
05. I'm So Cute
06. Andy
07. Joe's Garage
08. Dancin' Fool
09. The "Real World" Thematic Extrapolations
10. Stick It Out
11. I Don't Wanna Get Drafted
12. Bobby Brown
13. Ms. Pinky
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