Bohemian Rhapsody (B-Side)

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, 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

(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,

Scaramouche, scaramouche

Will you do the fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning

Very very frightening me

Galileo 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 monstrosity

Easy come easy go,

Will you let me go

Bismillah!

No,we will not let you go

Let him go

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

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows....