Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslideNo escape from reality.

Open your eyes,

Look up to the skies and see

I′m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

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.ì

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

Sent 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, ooh

Anyway the wind blows

I don′t wanna die,

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning

Very, very frightening me

I′m just a poor boy, 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 know?

Bismillah!

Easy come, easy go, will you let me know?

Bismillah!

Easy come, easy go, will you let me know?

Bismillah!

Beelzebub has a devil put aside 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

I Just gotta get out

I just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows