Ibid.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen

Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come easy go
Little high little low
Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled the trigger
Now he's dead
Mama life had just begun
Now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama oo-oo-oo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on carry on
Like nothing really matters
Too late my time has come
Send 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 oo-oo-oo
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 fandago
Thunderbolts and lightning
Very very frightening me
Galileo (Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo figaro
Magnifico
I'm just a poor boy
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) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah
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
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows