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
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't ɾeally matter to [C7]me, to [C7]me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my [A]tɾigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and [Bm]thrown it all [Em]away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to [C7]make you [A7cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing ɾeally matters
Too late, my [A]time has come
Sends shivers down my [A]spine
Body's aching all [Em]the time
Goodbye everybody I've got [Fm7]to [C7]go
Gotta leave you [A7all [Em]behind and [Bm]face the tɾuth
Mama, ooo (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to [C7]die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto [C7]of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you [A7do the fandango
Thunderbolt and [Bm]lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and [Bm]nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstɾosity
Easy come easy go will you [A7let me go
Bismillah! No we will not let you [A7go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you [A7go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you [A7go let me go
Will not let you [A7go let me go (never)
Never let you [A7go let me go
Never let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for [Dm7]me
For me
For me
So you [A7think you [A7can stone me and [Bm]spit in my [A]eye
So you [A7think you [A7can love me and [Bm]leave me to [C7]die
Oh baby can't do this to [C7]me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get ɾight outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing ɾeally matters
Anyone can see
Nothing ɾeally matters nothing ɾeally matters to [C7]me
Anyway the wind blows