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 
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go 
Little high, little low
Any way 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, ooh, 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 ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die 
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning 
Very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo) Galileo 
(Galileo) Galileo 
(Galileo figaro) Magnifico 
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) Will not let you go 
(Let me go), Ah
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

Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows