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Frank Zappa - Philly ’76 - The Torture Never Stops
Philly ’76
Disc 1
01. The Purple Lagoon
02. Stink‐Foot
03. The Poodle Lecture
04. Dirty Love
05. Wind Up Workin’ in a Gas Station
06. Tryin’ to Grow a Chin
07. The Torture Never Stops
08. City of Tiny Lites
09. You Didn’t Try to Call Me
10. Manx Needs Women
11. Chrissy Puked Twice
Disc 2
01. Black Napkins
02. Advance Romance
03. Honey, Don’t You Want a Man Like Me?
04. Rudy Wants to Buy Yez a Drink
05. Would You Go All the Way?
06. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy
07. What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?
08. Dinah‐Moe Humm
09. Stranded in the Jungle
10. Find Her Finer
11. Camarillo Brillo
12. Muffin Man
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