Is this just 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...

Mama...Just killed a maaan
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled the trigger, now he's dead...
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.