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 |