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 throw 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 nothing really matters
too late my time as come
send shivers down my spine body's aching all the time
goodbye everybody i've got to go
gotta leave all behind and face the truth
mama ooh 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 fright'ning me
Gallileo gallileo gallileo gallileo
gallileo figaro magnifico
i'm just a poor boy and 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 willnot let you do 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 ah-no no no no no no no
oh mama mia mama mia mama mia let me go
be-el-zebub 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 out-ta here
oh yeah oh yeah
nothing really matters
anyone can see
nothing really matters
nothing really matters to me
any way the wind blows