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

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 had just begun

but now I've gone and

thrown it all away

Mama, ooh...

didn't mean to make you cry

if I'm not back again

this time tomorrow

carry on, carry on

as if nothin' really matters

Too late, my time has come

sends shivers down my spine

body's achin' 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

I see a little

silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche, Scaramouche

will you do the Fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning

very, very, frightening me

(Gallileo), Gallileo

(Gallileo), Gallileo

Gallileo, Figaro

(magnifico...)

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, 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

never let you go

never let me go...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

oh, mamma mia, mamma mia

(mamma 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

can't 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...