Panic! at The Disco - Bohemian rhapsody lyrics [suicide squad original soundtrack]
Lyrics 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 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, ooh (anyway the wind blows) 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 fright'ning me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro magnifico 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) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh mamma mia, mamma 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! Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows FLAC/16bit/888kbps/ASIO 2ms/DTS/Resampling/Remastered ver.
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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
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, ooh (anyway the wind blows) 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 fright'ning me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo)
Galileo, Galileo figaro magnifico
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) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mamma mia, mamma 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!
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
to me
Anyway the wind blows
