Bohemian Rhapsody piano leadsheet with chords

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.

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.

Nothing really matters, anyone can see,

nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me.