181. Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land slide, ‘scape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see,
Because I’m easy come easy go,
little high, little low.
Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me.

Mama just killed a man.
Put a gun against his head,
pulled the trigger, now he’s dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, didn’t main 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,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don’t want to die,
I 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 frightening me!
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo,
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 him go!
Bismillah! We will not let you go. Let him go!
Will not let you go. Let him go!
Will not let you go. Oh! No, no, no.
Mama mia let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me.

So you think you can stone and spit 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.

Ooh, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see,
Nothing really matter, nothing really matter to me.
Any way the wind blows.