Lyrics:

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
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, oooh
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, oooh (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
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 me go - oooh
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...