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, 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 hes dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now Ive gone and thrown it all away. Mama, ooh, 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, Sent shivers down my spine, Bodys aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody, Ive got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows), I dont wanna die, I sometimes wish Id never been born at all.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 15:33:51 +0000