Is this the real life?
Is this just fan ta sy?
Caught in a land slide
No es cape from re al i ty
Op en your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
Ooh, poor
I need no sym pathy
Boy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me
Ma ma
Just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Ma ma
Life had just be gun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Ma ma, ooh- ooh- ooh- ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time to morrow
Carry on, carry on
As if not hing really mat ters
Too late
My time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Good bye, every body
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Ma ma, ooh- ooh- ooh- ooh
A ny way the wind blows
I don't wanna die
I some times wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little sil hou etto of a man
Scara mouche, Scara mouche, will you do the Fan dango?
Thunder bolt and light ning
Very, very fright ening me
Galileo
Galileo, Fig aro
Magnifi co
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm just a poor boy, no body loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor fam i ly
Spare him his life from this mon strosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bis mil lah! No
We will not let you go
Let him go
Bis mil lah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bis mil lah! We will not let you go
Let me go
Will not let you go
Let me go
Never, never, never, never let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, ma ma mia, ma ma mia
Ma ma mia, let me go
Be elz e bub has a de vil put a side 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, ba by
Can't do this to me, ba by
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here
Ooh, yeah
No thing real ly mat ters
Any one can see
Not hing real ly mat ters
To me
Any way the wind blows