To the tune of Abba’s “Dancing Queen”
Where’s her heart? Where’s her soul? Working her way to the top.
Words so bland, deeds so mean. Gina’s the torture queen.
The country’s Thailand; the site is black.
Where the spooks turn thumbscrews until they crack.
They tell the suspects what they must say.
They know if they don’t just how they’ll pay.
Anybody could be that guy.
The end you know justifies the means.
You’re in the mood for some fun.
You know there’s nowhere they can run…
She is the torture queen, moving up, lean and mean.
Torture queen, ruling over an ugly scene.
Where’s her heart? Where’s her soul? Working her way to the top.
Words so bland, deeds so mean, Gina’s the torture queen.
You’ve got the water and a board.
If they comply breath’ll be restored.
If they die, well it’s, “C’est la guerre.”
You’re in the mood for some fun.
You know there’s nowhere they can run…
She is the torture queen, moving up, lean and mean.
Torture queen, ruling over an ugly scene.
Where’s her heart? Where’s her soul? Working her way to the top.
Words so bland, deeds so mean, Gina’s the torture queen.