I'm gonna fight 'em off 
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back 
They're gonna rip it off 
Taking their time right behind my back 
And I'm talking to myself at night 
Because I can't forget 
Back and forth through my mind 
Behind a cigarette 
And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone 

Don't want to hear about it 
Every single one's got a story to tell 
Everyone knows about it 
From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell 
And if I catch it coming back my way 
I'm gonna serve it to you 
And that ain't what you want to hear 
But that's what I'll do 
And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home 

I'm going to Wichita 
Far from this opera, forever more 
I'm going to work the straw 
Make the sweat drip out of every pore 
And I'm pleading and I'm pleading and I'm pleading
Right before the Lord 
All the words are going to bleed from me 
And I will think no more 
And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home

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, little high, little low,
Any way 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, ooh, 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, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouette of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstruosity.
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.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh 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, 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.

Any way the wind blows.