Is the real life? Is this just in a landslide, No escape reality.
Open eyes, Look up to the and see, I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm come, easy go, Little high, low, Any way the wind blows really matter to me, to me.
Mama, killed a man, Put a gun his head, Pulled my trigger, now dead. Mama, had just begun, But now gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, mean to make you cry, If I'm not back again this tomorrow, Carry on, on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my has come, shivers down my spine, Body's all the time. Goodbye, everybody, got to go, Gotta you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh (any way the blows), I wanna die, I sometimes I'd never been born at all.
I see a little of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, you do the Fandango? and lightning, Very, frightening me. (Galileo) Galileo. (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Magnifico-o-o-o-o.
I'm just a poor boy, loves me. He's just a poor boy from a family, Spare him his from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, 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 you go (Never, never, never, let me go) Oh oh oh oh No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh, mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.) has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you you can stone 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 gotta get out, just get right outta here.
(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Nothing matters, can see, Nothing matters, Nothing matters to me.
Any way the blows.