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 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, oh!
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, oh!
(Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
But sometimes wish
I'd 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

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 monstruosity

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!)
Bismillah! 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, oh!
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 outta here

Oh, oh, yeah, oh, yeah!
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
(Anyway the wind blows)