Conversation Diva Songtext

I tell you a story, but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spent his nights in flights of fancy
Met two fellas over gin and mixes
They talked for a while and soon got the picture
One was a soaped-up soho mincer
The other was a pikey with a knowledge of scriptures

The conversation turned evil