WillOfGhosts

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