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