Panic! At The Disco - 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, oh
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, oh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Galileo, gal