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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Zappa, Frank - The torture never stopsTerry Bozzio (drums, background vocals) Davey Moire (vocals) Andre Lewis (organ, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Dave Parlato (bass) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba) Donnie Vliet (harmonica) Louanne Neil (harp) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Sharkie Barker (background vocals) 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 |
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