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, oh 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, oh, I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette 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, never Never let you go, let me go Never let me go, oh 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 Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows