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