Bohemian Rhapsody/Behind Blue Eyes

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.


No one knows what it's like...to be the bad man...to be the sad man...behind blue eyes.
And no one knows what it's like...to be hated...to be fated...to telling only lies.
But my dreams...they aren't as empty...as my conscience seems to be.
I have hours, only lonely...My love is vengeance...That's never free.


No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings...like I do...And I blame you.
No one bites back as hard on their anger...None of my pain and woe...can show through.
But my dreams...they aren't as empty...as my conscience seems to be.
I have hours, only lonely...My love is vengeance...That's never free.


When my fist clenches, crack it open...before I use it and lose my cool.
When I smile, tell me some bad news before I laugh and act like a fool.
And if I swallow anything evil...put your finger down my throat.
And if I shiver, give me a blanket. Keep me warm. Let me wear your coat.


No one knows what it's like to be mistreated...to be defeated...behind blue eyes.
And no one knows how to say...that they're sorry...But don't worry...I'm not telling lies.
But my dreams...they aren't as empty...as my conscience seems to be.
I have hours, only lonely...My love is vengeance...That's never free.


No one knows what it's like...to be the bad man...to be the sad man...behind blue eyes.