sing a song....

QUEEN - 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, 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  

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time  

Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go  

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

 Mama, ooh, I don't want to die 

  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 fright'ning me 

 (Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo 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 him go!) 

Bismillah, we will not let you go (Let him go!) 

Bismillah, we will not let you go (Let me go.) 

Will not let you go (Let me go.) 

Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah  

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, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see  

Nothing really matters 

 Nothing really matters to me