Lyrics Rusty Trombone -

Rusty Trombone

Well, he’ll come doe eyed, whimpering, on his knees
Screaming for mercy, begging for sweet release
Oh, but he’s yours, he’s yours for the hour
He’s yours to degrade and devour
Strip him down, rip his hide
Strap it on and rip him up inside
Sign your name in his flesh with a knife
Beat him to within an inch of his life
Full service every time
Our patented depravity so vile, sublime
You’re exhausted, dizzy and prone
when you’re playing that rusty trombone
Take your pick, worn out or young
choose to lick, to probe, fist or tongue
Every square inch to do with as you will
Every gallon of blood- yours to spill
Strip him down, rip his hide
Strap it on and rip him up inside
Sign your name in his flesh with a knife
Beat him to within an inch of his life
Full service every time
Our patented depravity so vile, sublime
You’re exhausted, dizzy and prone
when you’re playing that rusty trombone