| Lyrics: | 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 |
