THE TESTING THREAD

[McMock]

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, A little high,little low, Anyway 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 ooo,
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 everybody-
I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-

Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,
scaramouche
will you do the fandango-

Thunderbolt and lightning-
very very frightening me-

Galileo,
galileo,
Galileo
galileo
Galileo
figaro-
magnifico-

But 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 monstrosity-
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

No,
no,
no,
no
,no,
no,
no-

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....