Is this the life? Is this just Caught in a No escape from Open eyes up to the skies and see I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, go, little high, little low the wind blows, doesn't really 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 I've and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't to make you cry If I'm not back again this tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if really matters
Too late, my has come
shivers down my spine Body's aching all the Goodbye everybody - got to go Gotta leave you all 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 little of a man
Scaramouch, will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Figaro - 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 this come 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, mama mia, mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put for me
for me for me So you you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can me and leave me to die
Oh - can't do this to me baby Just gotta get out - just gotta get right here Ooh yeah, ooh Nothing really can see Nothing really matters - nothing matters to me Anyway the blows...