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Frank Zappa - Hammersmith Odeon - The Torture Never Stops
Hammersmith Odeon
Disc 1
01. Convocation / The Purple Lagoon
02. Dancin' Fool
03. Peaches en Regalia
04. The Torture Never Stops
05. Tryin to Grow a Chin
06. City of Tiny Lites
07. Baby Snakes
08. Pound for a Brown
Disc 2
01. I Have Been in You
02. Flakes
03. Broken Hearts Are for Assholes
04. Punky's Whips
05. Titties 'n Beer
06. Audience Participation
07. The Black Page #2
08. Jones Crusher
09. The Little House I Used to Live In
Disc 3
01. Dong Work for Yuda
02. Bobby Brown
03. Envelopes
04. Terry Firma
05. Disco Boy
06. King Kong
07. Watermelon in Easter Hay
08. Dinah-Moe Humm
09. Camarillo Brillo
10. Muffin Man
11. Black Napkins
12. San Ber'dino
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