Baked Potato

Now I've read the books
Of men and women and death
I've stood in bars listening to conversations
About Jesus Christ and the refugees
And the royal family

Everybody knows how to cook baked potatoes
Everybody knows what they should tell you
Everybody knows which way the wind blows
Everybody knows

There's catastrophe
Then comes the world cup
Full of art
You know that for a start
And people like me
Have something to sing about

Everybody knows which way the wind blows
Everybody knows who they should tell you
Everybody knows to cook baked potatoes
Everybody knows you can't fill your boots
Forever and ever and ever

Seeing black sand
Can't come do anything
William of Spain
Wasn't what I had in mind
Seeing black sand
It's nothing like being mine
Being black sand
Feeling

Now I've read the books
Of men and women and death
I've stood in bars listening to conversations
About Jesus Christ and the refugees
And the royal family

The person who catches it
Or a regular pop
Sometimes ridiculous
They talk about nothing
And it all wants you good
But never getting in
'Cause he wants the people
To come and listen to the queen