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,
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, ooo
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...