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
(Mercury) 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
the altar they'll take your last breath The dark side coming out tonight The dark side come with me tonight By the light of the bohemian grove The center
you yeah I like you and I'm feelin' so bohemian like you Yeah I like you yeah I like you and I feel wahoa, whoo! I'm getting wise and I'm feelin' so bohemian
do they meet to eat in secret Where can they really feel free Where was the A-bomb cooked up Where's this he-man treasure trove? My favorite men's club, Bohemian
Babam, babam, de babam, De babam, de babam. Rudas csillag, hajnal hasadik, Rudas csillag, hajnal hasadik, Kelj fel romnji, mer' itt maradsz, Olyat
Is this the real grind? Excrementory calling themselves grind is just far from reality Open your eyes this is no real grind you'll see this is just poor
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
Mama, Just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, Life has just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all
Written by Freddie Mercury 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
Take a look at the oak trees In the park standing tall like a tower of resilience despite the leaves that fall. Stripping them back to their fraught
You need a little light in your life, a safety net so you're not so blind. Like hidden torches in the paper rounds of old, And magazines so gently thumbed
I spy with my little eye something that begins with 'I don't care', That this song, has a melody. Or that the beats are not complex, I'm just trying
If this is the war of the worlds, Then I don't want to be a part. If this is the war of the worlds, Then I don't want to be a part. Too busy, too busy
You say it's fair, a labour source for the masses, pproviding cheap garments we can sell and brand, as a new and hopeful answer to an existence so
Our TV sets are drenched in pseudo reality, when the truth is endemol can't save you from mundane existence. Twelve unknowns light up 7 million homes
You say "go find yourself a new home." But isn't it a bit infantile to consider yourself the judge, of soneone's rights to start a better life? Today
