Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen 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, Mama just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigg..