Terry 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 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 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