Bohemian Rhapsody - Panic! At the Disco

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 had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, oh

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

Gotta leave you all behind

And face the truth

Mama, oh, 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

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 him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go

Will not let you go, let me go, never

Never let you go, let me go

Never let me go, oh

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

Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows