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
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A 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, ooooh
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
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, ooooh (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch
Will you do the Fandango ?
Thunderbolt and lightning very, very frightning me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But 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 (never, never, never)
Let me go !
No, no, no, no, no, no, no !
Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a 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 out
Just gotta get right outta here
Ooooh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows