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 spirit fee
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 thrown it all away
Mama, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
Promise that nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sent 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, wind blows
I don't wanna 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 frightening me
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
Sparing 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
We will not let you go
Let me go
We will not let you go
Never let me go
Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia
Mamma mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me, for me, for me
So you think you can stop 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
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah