One dream, one soul, one prize
One goal, one golden glance,
Hey
Killer Queen walks wearily down the street
With her brim pulled
Gallileo: Mama, just killed a man
Gallileo: Put a gun against
(God works in mysterious ways)
(Mysterious ways)
(undecipherable distorted l
Fear me you Lords and Lady preachers
I descend upon your
Yeah, let's go
Get your party gown
Get your pigtail down
Get your
Both: Pressure pushing down on me
Both: Pressing down on you,
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