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- (any way 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,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo 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
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
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....