Bohemian Rhapsody - Punk/Metal Version

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
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, oooh
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, oooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo 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 monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! (No) We will not let you go (Let me go)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go)
Will not let you go (Let him go)
We will not let you go (Mama, let me go, oh, oh, oh)
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
For me

So you think you can stop 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 out of here

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
To me
Anyway the wind blows