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.
Iím just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because Iím easy come, easy go.
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesnít really matter to me
Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head.
Pulled my trigger, now heís dead,
Mama, life had just begun.
But now Iíve gone and thrown it all away,
Didnít mean to make you cry.
If Iím 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.
Bodyís aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody, Iíve got to go.
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth,
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows).
I donít want to die,
I sometimes wish Iíd 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 frightening me,
But Iím just a poor boy and nobody loves me,
Heís 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,
Mama mia,mama mia,mama 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-Canít 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....
Axlís vocals in bold.
Performed by Axl with Elton John & Queen at the Freddie Mercury Tribute in London, England on April 20, 1992.|