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 Goodbye everybody I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind And face the truth Mama Little high, little low 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? Thunderbolts and lightning Very, very frightening me Galileo Galileo Galileo Galileo Figaro Magnifico I'm just a poor boy 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? Peace be love No, we will not let you go Let him go Peace be love We will not let you go Let him go Peace be love 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 No, no, no, no, no, no, no Mamma mia, mamma mia Mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me For me, for me So you think you can stop me and speak to my eyes So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh, baby Can you do this to me, baby? Just gotta get out Just gotta get out Right out of here Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Anywhere the wind blows