Bohemian Rhapsody

(Gm7)Is this the real life?

(G7)Is this just fantasy?

(F7)Caught in a landslide, no (Bb)escape from (F7)(Bb)reality.

(Gm)Open your eyes, look (Bb7)up to the skies and (Eb)see.

(Cm)I'm just a poor boy, (F7)I need no sympathy,

because I'm easy come, easy go,

little high, little low, (Eb)Any way the (Bb)wind blows,

(C#dim)doesn't really (F7)matter to me, to (Bb)me.

Mama, just (Gm)killed a man,

put a (Cm)gun against his head,

pulled my (F7)trigger now he's dead.

(Bb)Mama, life had (Gm)just begun, but (Cm)now I've gone and thrown it all (Am7)away.

(Eb)Mama, (Bb)ooh,

(Cm)didn't (Fm)mean to make you cry,

if (Bb)I'm not back again this time (Eb)tomorrow,

carry (Bb)on, carry (Cm)on as if (Abm)nothing really (Eb)matters.

(Cm)Nothing really (Gm)matters, (Cm)anyone can (Gm)see,

(Cm)nothing really (Abm)matters, (Eb)nothing really (Bbsus4)matters (Bb)to (Eb)me.