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
They talked about people
Why did you do it to so many?
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