Is this just fantasy?
No escape from reality.
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
D
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
G
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama, just killed a man,
E
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.
