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Politics : View from the Center and Left -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ilaine who wrote (5411)	11/17/2005 3:10:17 AM
From: C Nelson Reilly	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 543184

A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat. Take it away, Frank: Flies all green 'n 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 get to know about the regular light in the day; And it stinks so bad the stone's been chokin' And weepin' greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works Where 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 Fifty ugly 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 Where the blood goes down the drain And it stinks so bad the stone's been chokin' And weepin' greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works Where 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 steamin' 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 That's right 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' '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 these 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 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