Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen

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, Little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me Keep reading!