Give me a story and give me a bednGive me possessionsnOh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfirenIt's good to have something to live for you'll findnLive for tomorrownLive for a job and a perfect behind, high timenEngland my country the home of the free, such miserable weathernBut England's as happy as England can benWhy cry nnAnd did you know desire's a terrible thingnThe worst that I could findnAnd did you know desire's a terrible thingnBut I rely on mine, a-ah nnEngland my country the home of the free, such miserable weathernBut England's as happy as England can benWhy cry nnAnd did you know desire's a terrible thingnThe worst that I could findnAnd did you know desire's a terrible thingnBut I rely on minenDid you know desire's a terrible thingnIt makes the world go blindnBut if desire, desire's a terrible thingnYou know that I really don't mind nnAnd it's my lifenAnd though I can't be sure what I want any morenIt will come to me laternWell it's my life, and it's my lifenAnd though I can't be sure if I want any morenIt will come to me later, ah, yeah