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 had just begun
 But now I've gone and thrown it all away
 Mama, oh 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 oh (anyway the wind blows)
 I don't...