Bohemian Rhapsody - Live

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
 Caught in a landslide
 No escape from reality, open your eyes
 Look up to the kies and see
 I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
 Because I'm easy come, easy go
 A little high, a 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, 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
 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, ooo - (anyway 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
 Scaramouch, scaramouch
 Will you do the fandango
 Thunderbolt and lightning-
 very very frightening me
 Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo
 Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
 But 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 monostosity
 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 let me go, ooo
 No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
 Oh mama mia, mama mia
 mama mia let me go
 Beezlebub 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
 Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, nothing really matters
 Anyone can see, nothing really matters-
 nothing really matters to me
 Anyway the wind blows ...