Bohemian Rhapsody

Bohemian Rhapsody

Queen

 

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.

 

Sick of Bombo shots yet?

Right so....heres another one.

Cheers, Mike

Done