Is the real life? Is this just Caught in a No from reality Open eyes up to the skies and see I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't matter to me, to me Mama, just the man
Put a gun his head my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just But now gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo mean to make you cry If I'm not back this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if really matters
Too late, my time has
Sends shivers my spine Body's aching all the Goodbye - I've got to go Gotta leave you all and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows) I want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - But I'm just a boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a family Spare him his life this monstrosity Easy easy go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let me go not let you go - let me go (never) let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a put aside for me
for me for me So you think you can stone me and in my eye So you you can love me and leave me to die
Oh - can't do this to me baby Just gotta get out - gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh Nothing matters can see Nothing really matters - nothing really to me Anyway the blows...