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 any way 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 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 got to leave you all behind and face the truth mama i don t wanna die sometimes wish i d never been born at all i see a little silhouetto of a man scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango thunderbolts and lightning very very frightening me galileo galileo galileo galileo galileo 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 bismillah we will not let you go bismillah we will not let you go will not let you go will not let you go 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 love me and leave me to die so you think you can stop me and spit in my eye ooh baby can t do this to me baby just got to get out just got to get right out of here nothing really matters anyone can see nothing really matters nothing really matters to me any way the wind blows