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 it easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, doesn't realy matter 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, Ooooh
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
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, Ooooh
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been
born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, do the Fandango?
Easy come, easy go, will you let me know?
Bismillah!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside 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
I Just gotta get out
I just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows