Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away down there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?
It's never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon just 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