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 has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mamma, 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
Sent 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
Mamma, oooh
Any way 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
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very very frightning 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 goBismillah! 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, never, let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
O 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 yeah, oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
