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 ooh 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 behind and face the truth
mama ooh
i don’t want to die
i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all
i see a little silhouetto of a man
scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango
thunderbolt and lightning very very fright’ning me
galileo galileo galileo galileo galileo figaro magnifico
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 ah no no no no no no no
oh mamma mia mamma mia mamma mia let me go
beelzebub has a 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 outta here
nothing really matters anyone can see
nothing really matters
nothing really matters to me
any way the wind blows
Artist: Panic At The Disco
Year: 2016
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 195