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 began
but now i've gone and thrown it all away
mama
oooh
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
_instrument_
too late
my time has come
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 truth
mama
oooh
i don't want to die
i sometimes wish
i'd never been born at all
_instrument_
nothing really matters
anyone can see
nothing really matters
nothing really matters
to me
anyway the wind blows
