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
'Cause it's easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blow
Doesn't really matter to me
To me

Mother, 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, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tommorow,
Carry on, carry on,
As if nothing really matters

Too late,
My time has come
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've gotta go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooo
I don't wanna die,
In fact I wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of man
Sharamoosh sharamoosh will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightening 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 me go!)
Bismillah
We will not let you go (let me go!)
Will not let you go (let me go!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mammamia mammamia!
Mammamia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,
For me,
For me

So you think you could stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you could love me and leave me to die?
Oooh baby
Can't do this to me baby
Just got to get out,
Just gotta get right out of here

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters,
To me

Any way the wind blows