Is this the life? Is this fantasy? Caught in a No escape from Open eyes Look up to the and see I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, go, little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really to me, to me Mama, killed the man
Put a gun his head Pulled my trigger, now he's Mama, life had just But now I've and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't to make you cry If I'm not back this time tomorrow Carry on, on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my has come
Sends shivers down my aching all the time Goodbye everybody - got to go Gotta leave you all and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows) I don't to die
I sometimes I'd never been born at all I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch 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 boy from a poor family him his life from this monstrosity Easy come 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 mama mia, mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put for me
for me for me So you think you can stone me and in my eye So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby - do this to me baby Just gotta get out - just gotta get outta here Ooh yeah, ooh really matters can see Nothing really - nothing really matters to me Anyway the blows...