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
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
And now, I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh-ooh-ooh
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 to face the truth
Mama, ooh-ooh-ooh
(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
Scaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Gallileo (Gallileo), Gallileo (Gallileo), Gallileo, Figaro, magnifico
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)
We'll not let you go (never), we'll not let you go (let me go)
Mamma mia, mamma mia (mamma 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
(Anyway the wind blows)