Queen
- B.R.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a land slide, no escape from reality. Open yours eyes, look up to the skies and see. I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I'm 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, didn't mean to make you cry.
