Give me a story, give me a bed, give me possessions Oh, love, luck and money, they go to my head like wildfire It's good to have something to live for, you'll find Live for tomorrow, live for a job and the path back behind High time England, my country, the home of the free, such miserable weather But England is happy as England can be, why cry? And did you know, desire's a terrible thing, the worst that I can find And did you know, desire's a terrible thing, but I rely on mine England, my country, the home of the free, such miserable weather But England is happy as England can be, why cry? And did you know, desire's a terrible thing, the worst that I can find And did you know, desire's a terrible thing, but I rely on mine Did you know, desire's a terrible thing, it makes the world go blind But if desire's a terrible thing, you never really don't mind And it's my life, and it's my life And though I can't be sure what I want anymore, it will come to me later And it's my life, and it's my life And though I can't be sure what I want anymore, it will come to me later *