BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

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, A 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, ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry- If I'm not back again this time tomorrow- Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters- Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Body's aching all the time, Goodby everybody- I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama, ooo- (Anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all- I see a little silhouetto of a man, (Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the Fandango-) Thunderbolt and lightning- very very frightening me- Gallileo, (Gallileo,) Gallileo, (Gallileo,) Gallileo figaro (-Magnifico- Oh) But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me- (He's just a poor boy from a poor family-) (Spare him his life from this monstrosity-) Easy come easy go-, will you let me go- (Bismillah!) No-, We will not let you go- let him go- (Bismillah!) We will not let you go- let him go (Bismillah!) We will not let you go- let him go Will not let you go- let me go Will not let you go- let me go No, no, no, no, no, no, no- Oh, Mama mia, mama mia, (mama mia let me go-) Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me- for me- So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye- So you think you can love me and leave me to die- Oh Baby- Can't do this to me baby- Just gotta get out- just gotta get right outta here- Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters-, nothing really matters to me, Anyway the wind blows...