Il testo della Achilles' desire

I don't have much, but i got the good stuff
And i keep it tucked away where you can find it
If you got the guts
And walk with me, walk with me, walk with me, walk
I got a girl from the burbs who won't talk
I don't have much, but i got the good stuff

And i don't know why you make me sweat
When trouble comes callin', i'm packin' my bags for the west
And i'll give you nothin' for nothin' if that's what you desire
I'll let it cool if you light my fire
Bumper shine my way home
Bumper shine my way home

All the square pegs and all the round holes
Couldn't fit all of the stories you told
The pull of the moth to the fire
Your achilles' desire

I don't have much, but i am a rich man
I got a woman down from the park ridge
Who is finer than sand
Fall with me, fall with me, fall with me, fall
Through the waist of the hourglass fall
But i don't have much, but i am a rich man

Second hand gypsy is no fadin' flower
Fingers are frozen with furious power
The pull of the moth to the fire
Your achilles' desire

Cold, cold sweat on the back of my knees
The future blows in on assiniboine breeze
The pull of the moth to the fire
Your achilles' desire

All the square pegs and all the round holes
Couldn't fit all of the stories you told
The pull of the moth to the fire
Your achilles' desire
Pull of the moth to the fire
Your achilles' desire

But i don't have much