We won’t have another excuse to play this one, so let the iron strike before the guy fades into cultural and political obscurity.

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 see.
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.
Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low.
Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me.