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,.