Is this the real Is this just in a landslide No escape reality Open eyes up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no Because I'm easy come, go, little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't matter to me, to me Mama, just the man
Put a gun his head my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had begun But now I've and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to you cry If I'm not again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing matters
Too late, my has come
Sends shivers my spine Body's aching all the Goodbye everybody - got to go Gotta leave you all behind and the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows) I don't to die
I sometimes wish I'd never born at all I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo - magnifico But I'm just a poor boy and loves me
He's just a boy from a poor family him his life from this monstrosity Easy come go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let me go not let you go - let me go (never) let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put for me
for me for me So you think you can me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me Just get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh really matters can see Nothing matters - nothing really matters to me Anyway the blows...