Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality 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, ooo 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 I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning – very very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro – magnifico 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 Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters – nothing really matters to me