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
Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy because Im easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low, anyway the wind blows doesnt 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 Ive gone and thrown it all away – Mama oooh,
Didnt mean to make you cry – If Im 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
Bodys aching 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 dont want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all…
Doch! Danke für all DIESE Musik.