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 Easy come, easy go 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.ì Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh 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 Sent 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, ooh Anyway the wind blows I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning Very, very frightening me 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 monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me know? Bismillah! Easy come, easy go, will you let me know? Bismillah! Easy come, easy go, will you let me know? Bismillah! Beelzebub has a devil put aside 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 I Just gotta get out I just gotta get right outta here Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows