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 tommorrow
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
