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 [bad word]  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 it 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Mama, ooh (Anywhere the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening each
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Sparing his life from this monstrosity [bad word]  easy go, will you let me go?
Bishmillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bishmillah! No We will not let you go
Let him go
Bishmillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go (Never, never, never, never))
Let me go, 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me 
He has to boot has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you can love me and leave me to die
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
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