Panic! At The Disco – Bohemian Rhapsody (Live) [from the Death Of A Bachelor Tour]

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  1. Why the fuck are you guys hating?? It’s a good song? And a good singer? Yeah I get that it might not be your style of music or your preference is the original that doesn’t make him any less of a talented singer? So if you guys don’t have anything nice to say just don’t comment.

  2. 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
    Too late, my time has come
    Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
    Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
    Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
    I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

    I see a little silhouetto of a man
    Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
    Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
    (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro magnifico
    (I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me)
    He's just a poor boy from a poor family
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
    Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
    (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let me go) Will not let you go
    (Let me go) Will not let you go
    (Let me go) Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
    (Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mama mia, let me go
    Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

    So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
    So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
    Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!
    Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!

    Nothing really matters, anyone can see
    Nothing really matters
    Nothing really matters to me
    Any way the wind blows

  3. He sings like a god but this will never be sang the same as Freddie, they are both alike but in their own unique ways they have a wide vocal range it’s incredible. If people hate on this like I want to see them try and sing all these vocals because these two musicians are talented unlike drake who just talks in his songs these singers actually sing well and don’t talk crap, good luck future singers to keep up with Brendon and the legacy Freddie had left on 24th November 1991 as he passed away.

  4. 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
    Too late, my time has come
    Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
    Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
    Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
    I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

    I see a little silhouetto of a man
    Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
    Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
    (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro magnifico
    (I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me)
    He's just a poor boy from a poor family
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
    Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
    (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let me go) Will not let you go
    (Let me go) Will not let you go
    (Let me go) Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
    (Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mama mia, let me go
    Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

    So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
    So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
    Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!
    Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!

    Nothing really matters, anyone can see
    Nothing really matters
    Nothing really matters to me
    Any way the wind blows

  5. I absolutely hate the spastic editing that is this video. Random cuts and jumps, even when they cut to the guitar playing a few chords near the end, it doesn't show the chords being played all the way through. Whenever a beat hits during the climax of the chorus, the camera is just randomly jumping around, not even with the beat, just random. I went to a film college for this stuff and this is just an eyesore to watch. Doesn't do PatD! justice.

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