The Braids - 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 win 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 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, I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scar-a-mouche, Scar-a-mouche, Will you do the Fan-dan-go. Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me. (Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo Galileo figaro Magnifico I'm just a poor boy and 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 hime go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go!) Will not let you go (Let me go!) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh mama mia mama mia Mama mia let me go. Bielzebub 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. Anyway the wind blows.