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 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, ooo

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

It's 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, ooo

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, can you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening me

Galileo! Galileo!

Galileo! Galileo!

Galileo Figaro! Magnifico!

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 - let him go!

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go!

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go!

Will not let you go - let him go!

Never, never, never, never - let me go!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh mama mia, mama mia!

Mama mia, let him 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, just gotta get right outta here

Ooo yeah, ooo yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows ...

• Artist:Cinematic Pop