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
'Cause I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows It doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, I just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger Now he's dead Mama, life had just begun Now, I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, Oooohhh I 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 Gotta leave you all behing and face the truth
Mama, Oooohhh No I don't wanna die Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all Carry on, carry on As if nothing really... matters
Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters... to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
