Is this the real Is just fantasy? Caught in a No from reality Open eyes up to the skies and see I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm come, easy go, little high, little low Anyway the blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, killed the man
Put a gun against his my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had begun But now I've gone and thrown it all Mama, ooo mean to make you cry If I'm not again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really
Too late, my has come
Sends shivers down my Body's aching all the Goodbye - I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and 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 will you do the Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Figaro - magnifico But I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
He's just a poor boy from a poor Spare him his life from this 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 me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me Just gotta get out - just get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh Nothing matters can see Nothing really matters - nothing really to me Anyway the blows...