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 matters to me.
'Mama, just killed a man,
put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger,
now he's dead.
Mama, life has just begun,
but now I've got and thrown it all away
Mama, oh oh oh,
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.'

