Conversation Diva lyrics

I'll 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 a flight of fancy Met two fellas over gin and mixes They talked for a while and soon got the picture One was a souped-up Soho mimer (mixer) The other was a pikey with a knowledge of scriptures Then the conversation turned evil Then the conversation turned evil Then the conversation turned evil They talked about the people Why did you do it to so many people?