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 [bad word] 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, 
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 [bad word]  
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 [bad word] 
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  [bad word] 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...