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 In the 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 Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, I 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 Sent shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind to face the truth Mama, I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouette of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frighteningly Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Here we go, here we go I'm just a poor boy now, but he loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him this life of despoticity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go Esmeralda, we will not let you go Esmeralda, we will not let you go Esmeralda, we will not let you go Do not let you go, do not let you go Here we go Mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub, there's a devil gonna 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 Just gotta get right out Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows