Queen Bohemian Lager

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,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me...