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
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry
If Im 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
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all

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 figaro-magnifico
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me
Hes 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-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! 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
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go
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-cant 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,

Any way the wind blows