(Gm7)Is this the real life?

(G7)Is this just fan ta sy?

(F7)Caught in a land slide, no es (Bb)cape from (F7)re (Bb)al i ty.

(G)O pen your eyes,

look (Bb7)up to the skies

and (Eb)see.

(C)I’m just a poor boy,

(F7)I need no sym pa thy, be cause I’m (CN.C.)eas y come, eas y go, lit tle high, lit tle low, (Eb)An y way the (Bb)wind blows, (C#dim)does n’t real ly (F7)mat ter to me,

to (Bb)me.

(Bb)Ma ma,

just (G)killed a man,

put a (C)gun a gainst his head, pulled my (F7)trig ger now he’s dead.

(Bb)Ma ma,

life had (G)just be gun,

but (C)now I’ve gone and thrown it all a (Am7)way.

(Eb)Ma ma,

(Bb)ooh,

did n’t (F)mean to make you cry,

if (Bb)I’m not back a gain this time to (Eb)mor row, car ry (Bb)on,

car ry (C)on

as if (Ab)noth ing real ly mat (Eb)ters.

(C)Noth ing real ly (G)mat ters,

(C)an y one can (G)see,

(C)noth ing real ly (Ab)mat ters,

(Eb)noth ing real ly (Bbsus4)mat ters (Bb)to (Eb)me.