The Torture Never Stops (Live At The Palladium - 10/31/81 - Show 2)

Okay, calm down now
We are now going to perform our traditional Halloween number

Flies all green and buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny little light from a window hole a 100 yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day

And it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture, the torture
The torture never stops

Slime and rot and rats and snot and vomit on the floor
50 u-gly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives and spikes and guns and the likes of every tool of pain
And a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop
A sinister little midget with a bucket and a mop
A sinister little midget with a bucket and a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain

And it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture, the torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts and the trotters first
The loins and the groins are soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts, that's right

All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, that's right
Well hey, no one durst

He's the best, of course of all the worst
(He's the best, of course of all the worst)
Some wrong been done, he done it first
(Some wrong been done, he done it first)

And he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the night of the iron sausage
Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture, the torture
The torture never stops, that's right

Flies all green and buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all these people that he's locked away down there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?

Well, it's never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon just like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at her

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

Happy Halloween
Good night to our television audience

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