はじめに

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 sea Ⅰam just a poor boy, Ⅰ need no sympathy because Ⅰam easy come easy go / a little high, little low anyway the wind blows, does not really mattar to me / to me
mama, just killed a man / put a gun against his head pulled my trigger, now he is dead / mama, life had just begun but now Ⅰ have gone and thrown it all away / mama, ooooo /
did not mean to make your cry if i am not back again this time tomorrow /carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters...