Is this just fantasy?
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
Cause it's easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter 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- ooohoooeeeooooh
Didn't mean to make you krye
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come