Is the real life? Is this just in a landslide No escape reality Open your Look up to the and see I'm just a poor boy, I no sympathy Because I'm come, easy go, little high, little low Anyway the blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just the man
Put a gun against his Pulled my trigger, now dead Mama, life had begun But now I've gone and thrown it all Mama, ooo Didn't to make you cry If I'm not again this time tomorrow Carry on, on, as if nothing 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 don't to die
I sometimes I'd never been born at all I see a little of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch you do the fandango Thunderbolt and - very very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo - magnifico But I'm just a boy and nobody loves me
He's just a boy from a poor family Spare him his from this monstrosity 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, 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 think you can me and leave me to die
Oh - can't do this to me baby gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh Nothing matters can see Nothing really - nothing really matters to me the wind blows...