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
Any way the wind blows,

Doesn't really matter to me,
To me


Mama I, 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, ooooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, Cause nothin really matters

Too late,

My time has come,
Send 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... (face where the wind blows)
I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish I 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 frightening me


Gallileo,
Gallileo,
Gallileo,

Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro
MAGNIFICOOOO


But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me


He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him 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

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 - ooo
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 meee
For meeeeee


So you think you can stop 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 out of here

(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah)

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
To me...
Any way the wind blows.