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, ooo,
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, ooo -
i don't want to 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 -
thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me -
galileo, galileo,
galileo, galileo
galileo figaro - magnifico -
but i'm just a poor boy and 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
no, no, no, no, no, no, no -
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 -
nothing really matters,
anyone can see,
nothing really matters -, nothing really matters to me
any way the wind blows...
