Is 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

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 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

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, ooh

I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning

Very, very frightening me

Galileo

Galileo

Galileo Figaro

Magnifico

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 me go?

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go

Bismillah! We will not let you go

Bismillah! We will not let you go

Will not let you go

Never, never let you go

Never let me go, oh

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, mama mia, mama mia

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, you 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

Anyway the wind blows