FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
"The Torture Never Stops Lyrics"
Flies all green and buzzin',
in this 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 gets to know
about the regular light 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.
Slime and rot, rats and snot,
and vomit on the floor.
Fifty yoogly soldiers, man,
holdin' spears by the iron do
Jackson Hole Lyrics
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Well, packin' on back to jackson Eighteen-thirty-an'-six Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules Packin' on back to jackson Workin' the beaver trail Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous [chorus] Jackson hole, wyomin'or.
Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes
of every tool of pain.
And a sinister 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 this dungeon of despair.
An evil prince eats a steaming pig,
in a chamber right near there.
He eats the snouts and the trotters first.
The loins and 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.
He's the best, of course, of all the worst.
Some wrong been done, he done it first.
And it 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.
There Will Come a Day Lyrics
It's not easy Trying to understand How the world can be so cold Stealing the souls of man Cloudy skies rain down On all your dreams You wrestle with the fear and doubt Sometimes it's hard, but you gotta believe There's a better place Where our Father waits
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Flies all green and buzzin',
in this dungeon of despair.
Who are all those people,
that he's locked away down there?
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes,
someone painted?
And it's never been explained,
since it first it was created.
But a dungeon, like a sin,
requires not but lockin' in,
of everything that's ever been.
Look at her.
Look at him.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Well, packin' on back to jackson Eighteen-thirty-an'-six Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules Packin' on back to jackson Workin' the beaver trail Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous [chorus] Jackson hole, wyomin'
Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes
of every tool of pain.
And a sinister 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 this dungeon of despair.
An evil prince eats a steaming pig,
in a chamber right near there.
He eats the snouts and the trotters first.
One Day Lyrics
One day I'll crash into your life Like a shot down plane I'll make my way out of the wreck And see you again And if the season is a cold and grey one We'll find our way back Won't need no religion And if the skies desides to pour the rain down I'll fight it and so wil
One day I'll crash into your life Like a shot down plane I'll make my way out of the wreck And see you again And if the season is a cold and grey one We'll find our way back Won't need no religion And if the skies desides to pour the rain down I'll fight it and so wil
The loins and 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.
He's the best, of course, of all the worst.
Some wrong been done, he done it first.
And it 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.
There Will Come a Day Lyrics
It's not easy Trying to understand How the world can be so cold Stealing the souls of man Cloudy skies rain down On all your dreams You wrestle with the fear and doubt Sometimes it's hard, but you gotta believe There's a better place Where our Father waits
/>
Flies all green and buzzin',
in this dungeon of despair.
Who are all those people,
that he's locked away down there?
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes,
someone painted?
And it's never been explained,
since it first it was created.
But a dungeon, like a sin,
requires not but lockin' in,
of everything that's ever been.
Look at her.
Look at him.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in