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  an he stinks so bad his bones been chokin n 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 flies all green n buzzin in his dungeon of despair who are all those people that he s 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 that s ever been look at hers 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