Bohemian Rapsody (feat. Bruce Dickinson)

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
 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 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, everybody, I've got to go
 got to leave you all behind and face the truth
 Mama, -wish the wind blows-
 I don't want to die
 I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
 I see a little silhouette of a man
 Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
 Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
 -Galileo- Galileo
 -Galileo- Galileo
 Galileo Figaro, "magnífico"
 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 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 got to get out, just got to get right out of here
 Nothing really matters
 Anyone can see
 Nothing really matters
 Nothing really matters to me
 Anyway the wind blows