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, oh
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, oh
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro, magnificent
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?
Bimetallism!
No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bimetallism!
We will not let you go, let him go
Bimetallism!
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, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama aim, mama aim
Mama aim, 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
Anyway the wind