C'mon Ellie

C'mon Ellie, we need some more
In a couple of hours we'll be crawling on the floor
I know this john he got 'em kinkys
For whips and blood always begging for more
You don't even have to blow blow
Just show your skin and reflect his inner sin
Pays good money for a toy toy
He like 'em young pretty girls and boys
Down at the station yea there he walks
They call him wimpy the moaning dog
Here he comes wagging his tail
Lets give him something that will remain

Scars on his back, scars on his thighs
Som people suffer a whole lifetime
Down to his knees, down to his briefs
C'mon children hit me please

C'mon Ellie, whip the john
C'mon Ellie, make him moan
C'mon Ellie, whip it on the johnny
C'mon Ellie, make him moan

The sun peeks in through dust and velvet
Casting light upon blood painted walls
And wimpy the moaning dog shall moan
Nevermore nevermore
Nevermore (nevermore)
Nevermore (nevermore)

What a shame, I kind of liked him, he was sort of sweet to us
Not like those fucking greenhorns
Ah, to hell with him, who gives a damn, they come and go
At least he had good smack
Hey, throw a blanket or something over him will ya?
He'll ruin my shot, I can't stand the look on that miserable spick