jsrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr:
When Bohemian Rhapsody hits the theaters, the biggest complaint will be people singing along with the movie.
is this the real life
is this just fantasy
caught in a landslide
no escape from realityOpen 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 up to his head…
Pulled the trigger now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama…
Ooooooooo
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
Send shivers down my spine
Bodies achin all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows) I don’t want to die I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all
*long ass guitar solo*
I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
THUNDERBOLD AND LIGHTNING
VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING ME!
Me!
GALILEO!
Gallileo,
Gallileo,
Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro –
magnificoooooooo
I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me