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

anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to meTo me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head,

Pulled my trigger now he's dead

Mama, life had just begunBut now

I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, oooo

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 achin' all the time

Goodbye everybody, I got to go

Got to leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooooI don't want to die

Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silohoutte of a man

Scaramoush, Scaramoush can you do the fandango

Thunder bolts and lightning, very very frightening me

Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro

Magnifico oooo

I'm just a poor boy 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 him go?

Bismila No, we will not let him go; let him go

We will not let him go; let him go; will not let him go...

Let me go oooo

Oh mama mia, mama mia; mama mia let him go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you 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 matter, nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows.