Give me a story and 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 your point   Live for tomorrow   Live for a job and a perfect behind   High time      A-ah      England, my country, the home of the free   Such miserable weather   But England's as happy as England can be   Why cry?      And did you know desire's a terrible thing?   The worst that I could find   And did you know desire's a terrible thing?   But I rely on mine      A-ah      England, my country, the home of the free   Such miserable weather   But England's as happy as England can be   Why cry?      And did you know desire's a terrible thing?   The worst that I could 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, desire's a terrible thing   You know, that I really don't mind      And it's my life   And it's my life   And though I can't be sure what I want any more   It will come to me later      Well, it's my life   And it's my life   And though I can't be sure if I want any more   It will come to me later... ah   Yeah!