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,

goodbye everybody i've got to go

gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

mama,ooo

i don't want to die,

i sometimes wish i'd never been born at all

i see a little silhouetto of a man

scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango

thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me

galileo,galileo,

galileo,galileo

galileo figaro magnifico

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 me go

will not let you go let me go

will not let you go let me go

no,no,no,no,no,no,no

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

any way the wind blows...