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 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, 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 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 outta here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
