ChinelasPersas

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside,
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.

Mamaaa,
Just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger,
now he´s dead
Mamaaa, 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 aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I´ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooh
I don´t want to die,
I sometimes wish I´d never been born at all.

So you think you can stop 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
Anyway the wind blows.