Bohemian Rhapsody -- Queen (imcomplete)
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide to escape from reality.
Open your eyes.
Look up to the sky and see.
I'm just a poor boy.
I need no simpathy.
Because I'm easy come, easy go.
Little high, little low.
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me.
To me.

Momma, just killed a man.
Put a gun against his head.
Pulled the trigger now he's dead.
Momma, life had just begun.
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Momma, ohhh.
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.
Sent shivers down my spine.
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go.
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth.
Momma, ohhh.
Any way the wind blows
I don't want to die.
Sometimes wished I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silohette of a man.
Scaramoosh, Scaramoosh! Would you do the fandango?
Thunder bolt and litghning, very very friehgtening.
Galaleo, Galaleo, Galaleo fegarro. Magnifico!

I'm just a poor boy, no body loves me.
(He's just a ppor boy from a poor family. Sparing his life from this monstrousity.)
Easy come easy go, will you let me go?
(Miss Milla, no. we will not let you go. let'em go. miss milla. we will not let you go.
let'em go. miss milla. we will not let you go.
let me go. never let'em go. let me go. )
Oh, momma me'a, momma me'a!
(momma me let me go.
belazebob has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.)

So you think you can stop 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 out of here.

Ohhh, yeah, ohh yeah.

Nothing really matters.
Any one can see.
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.