 |
 |
| 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, A little high, little low, Anyway 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 has just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didnt mean to make you cry- If i'm not back 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 tome, Goodbye everybody- I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I don't want to die, I sometimes wish i'd never bin 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 Galileo Galileo figaro-Magnifico- But 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- Bimallah! No we will not let you go-let him go- Bismallah! We will not let you go-let him go Bismallah! We will not you go-let him go Bismallah! 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 NO,no,no,no,no,no,no- 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, Any way the wind blows |