Is this the real life?, is this just fantasy?
Cought in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up in the ski 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 just killed a man, put a gun against his head.
Pulled my trigger now he's dead,
Mama, life has 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 ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you 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
(Galileo), Galileo, (Galileo), Galileo, Galileo, 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 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 Beelzebub 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 of here.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see,
Nothing really matters, Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows.