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 A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just k**ed 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, ooo 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, ooo (anyway 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 Scaramouch, scaramouch can 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 Bismelah No, we will not let you go, let him go Bismelah We will not let you go, let him go Bismelah We will not let you go, let me go Will not let you go, let me go (never) Never let you go, let me go Never let me go No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh 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 love me and leave me to die So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye O baby Can't do this to me, baby Just gotta' get out Just gotta' get right outta here Ooo O yeah, o yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows