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