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
'Cause I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way 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 'cause 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
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, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro

But 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
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Will not let you go
Never let you 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 of here, gotta get outta here

Oooh
Oooh
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows