Вступление
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land-slide; no es-cape from re -ality.
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.
Verse 1:
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 a-way.
Mama, oo -ooh, didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back a-gain, this time to-morrow;
Carry on, carry on...as if nothing really matters.
Interlude:
Verse 2:
Too late; my time has come,
Sent shivers down my spine, body's achin' all the time.
Goodbye everybody; I've got to go.
Gotta leave you all be-hind and face the truth.
Mama, oo -ooh, I don't want to die.
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
Guitar Solo:
*Tempo Change*
Bridge 1:
I see a little silho-uetto of a man.
Scar-mouch, Scar-mouch, will you Do the Fan-dan-go?
(N.C.)
Thunder bolts and lightening; very, very frightening me.
(N.C.)
Galileo, (Galileo), Galileo, (Galileo Figaro).
(N.C.)
Mangnifico-oh-oh-oh....
I'm just a poor boy, no-body loves me.
(He's just a poor boy, from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosi-ty).
Break:
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bridge 2:
Bis-mil-lah!
(No! We will not let you go!)
(Let him go!)
Bis-mil-lah!
(No! We will not let you go!)
(Let him go!)
Bis-mil-lah!
(No! We will not let you go!)
(Let him go!)
(Will not let you go), let me go!
(Will not let you go), let me go!
(Will not let you go),
(N.C.)
Let me go-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh.
Aaah...
No no no no, no no no.
(N.C.)
Oh mama-mia, mama-mia, mama-mia let me go!
Be-elze-bub, has a Devil put a-side for me, for me, for me...
Guitar Solo:
Chorus 1:
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.
Guitar Solo:
Interlude: (Slower Tempo)
Coda:
Nothing really matters, anyone can see.
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to me.
Interlude:
Outro:
Any way the wind blows.