Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
(poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm
easy come, easy go
little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows,
doesn't really
matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger,
now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and
thrown it all away
Mama, woo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again
this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on,
as if nothing really matters
It's too late,
my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth
Mama, woo
(anyway the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto
of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche,
will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightning
very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo Figaro magnifico-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy
nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy
from a poor family
Spare him his life
from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go
Will you let me go
Bismillah! No,
We will not let you go
(Let him go)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go
(Let him go)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go
(Let me go)
Will not let you go
(Let me go)
Will not let you go
Let me go-o-o-o-o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia,
mama mia Let me go
Beelzebub has the devil
put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you
can stone me and
spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me
and leave me to die?
Oh baby
Can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get outta
Just gotta get outta
Just gotta get outta
Just gotta get outta here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows