Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a last line No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy I need no sympathy Cause 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, 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 is gone Sun shivers down my spine Body is aching all the time Goodbye everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave it all behind, I'm ready to die Mama, I don't wanna die Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche Will you do the fandango? Some normal thing like you Very, very frightening me Let me go 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, we will not let you go Bismillah, we will not let you go Bismillah, we will not let you go We will not let you go Let me go For me, for me, for me So you think you can stone me and feed my anger So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh baby Can't tell this story baby Just gotta get out Just gotta get right out of here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows