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 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, 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 Send 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 Ooh, ooh, ooh I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo And you can call I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare me this life of impossibility Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah We will not let you go Let him go Bismillah We will not let you go Let him go Bismillah We will let you go Let me go Will not let you go Let me go We will not let you go Let him go Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, mama mia, mama mia Mama mia let me go Get out of the house and run Have the devil put a sign 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 out of here Oh, oh, oh Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows © transcript Emily Beynon