| 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 |
| But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away |
| Mama, 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 and face the truth |
| Mama, ooh (Anyway the wind blows) |
| I don’t wanna 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 frighting me |
| (Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, 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) |
| 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 stop me and spit in my eye |
| So you think you can love me and leave me to die |
| Hoo baby, can’t do this to me, baby |
| Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here |
| (Ooh… Ooh yea, ooh yea) |
| Nothing really matters, anyone can see |
| Nothing really matters |
| Nothing really matters to me |
| Anyway the wind blows |
