1. 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.

Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

R: 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, ooooh 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 to me...to me

2. Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine,

body's aching all the time.

Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, got to 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.

carry on, carry on

as if nothing really matters to me...to me.