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,
a little high, little low,
anyway 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, ooo,
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, ooo -
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 - ver