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 flights of fancy,
Met two fellas over gin and mixers,
They talked for a while he soon got the picture,
One was a souped up Soho mincer,
The other was a pikey with a knowledge for scriptures.
Then the conversation turned evil,
Talked, talked and talked about people,
Why did you do it to so many people?
Stumble left out of the boozer
... (?)
... another life (?)
... looking alright (?)
That girls out way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
You've turned your back upon her
One too many times,
Spent all her hard earned money
Getting high, she sang
