queen - 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 (Poor boy) I need no sympathy Because I’m easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way 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 has just begun But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh 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...