Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land-side no escape from reality
Open you eyes, look up to the sky 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
Good bye everybody, I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, (which ever way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish
I’d never been born at all.
I see a little silhouette of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouch,
will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
very, very frightening me.
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
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 him go
Will not let you go
Let me go
Will not let you go
Let me go, ah ….
Oh 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 spite 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
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