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I've read the books of men and women and death I've stood in bars listening to conversations About Jesus Christ and the refugee's and the Royal family Everybody knows hot to cook baked potatoes Everybody knows but they still tell you Everybody knows which way the wind blows Everybody knows there's catastrophe Then comes the film packed 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 but they still 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 become to anything A sally army marching band wasn't what I had in mind Seeing black sand and *it's coughing like big mound* Being black sand feeling And I've read the books of men and women and death I've stood in bars listening to conversations About Jesus Christ and the refugee's and the Royal family Impersonate Cliff Richards lip or Iggy with a bottle Is not as ridiculous as Black Rod knocking On a door once a year and never getting in Because he want's the people to come and listen to the Queen Aus Songtexte Mania