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, (oooh, 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, oooh

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, oooh

(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-oh

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

Never, never, never, never let me go-o-o-o-oh (Never let you go)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, 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

Ooooh

Oooh yeah, oooh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows