Lyrics Bohemian Rhapsody - From Sons of Anarchy - The Forest Rangers

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
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, ooh
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
Sent 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, ooh (anyway the wind blows)
I don't wanna 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.

I'm just a poor boy, 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 me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, 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.
(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me.
Anyway the wind blows.