Queen
Lyricist: Mercury Composer: Mercury
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-
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, ooo-
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 Fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-
Very very frightning me-
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo figaro-Magnifico-
But I'm just a poor boy and 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 him go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
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