BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY Lyrics - QUEEN

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY Lyrics – QUEEN

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY Lyrics

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
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, oo-o-o-o-oo
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, oo-o-o–oo – (anyway the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at
all…

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

I see a little silhouetto of a man
(Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the
fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightning – very very
frightening me)

Galileo, (Galileo),
Galileo, (Galileo),
Galileo Figaro – (magnifico-o-o-o-o)
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
Will not let you go
(NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER LET ME GO-O-O-O-O)
No, no, no, 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!

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

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
I just gotta get out – just gotta get right
outta here

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh…

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
nothing really matters…
to meeee

Anyway the wind blows

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