Jesse & Vocal Adrenaline: 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 begun 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
Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body's achin' all the time Goodbye, everybody I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, oooh (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 silhouette-o of a man Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro! Magnifico-o-o-o-o I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me (He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity)
Easy come, 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-o-o-o-o No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go ! Beelzebub has the 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 out of here
(Oooh yeah, oooh yeah) Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
