The Torture Never Stops

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 loins n the groins 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
Hes 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 hes 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 thats ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
Thats whats the deal were dealing in
Thats whats the deal were dealing in
Thats whats the deal were dealing in
Thats whats the deal were dealing in