Bohemian Polka

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.
'Cause it's easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low.
Any way the wind blow
Doesn't really matter to me.
To me.

Mother, 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 tommorow,
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 gotta go.
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooo.
I don't wanna die,
In fact I wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of man.
Sharamoosh sharamoosh will you do the fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightening very very frightening me.

Gallileo.(Gallileo).
Gallileo.(Gallileo).
Gallileo.Figaro (magnifico).

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 go?
Bismillah (No!)
We will not let you go (let me go!)
Bismillah
We will not let you go (let me go!)
Will not let you go (let me go!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh mammamia mammamia!
Mammamia let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,
For me,
For me.

So you think you could stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you could love me and leave me to die?
Oooh baby.
Can't do this to me baby.
Just got to get out,
Just gotta get right out of here.

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see.
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters,
To me.

Any way the wind blows.