Bohemian Rhapsody
Queen


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.

Mama (I) 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, oooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
But I'll be back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Send shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Got to leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama, oooh (Face where the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes I wish I've never been born at all

I see a little silhoutte of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche
Will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very, very fright'ning deal
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro, Magnifico

I'm just a poor boy
Nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy
From a poor family
Spare him his life
From this court's 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
Never let you go
Never let you go

Let me go, ah
No no no no no no no
Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia let me go
Beelzebub, it's the devil put inside
For me, for me, for me

So you think you can stop me
And spit in my eye
So you think you can love
And leave me to die
Oh baby, (you) 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