I am an Opera Singer I stand on painted Tape It tells me where Im going And where to throw my cape
I call my co-stars brother I call my co-stars name I play both good and evil parts I sing to Verdis play
And every single morning By 10 AM Im dressed My rehearsals last for hours and hours With diligence I have been blessed
Some people they call me monster Some people they call me saint My talent feeds my darker side Yet no one will complain
I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands Ive sung for kings in Europe And emperors in Japan
And after each performance People stand around and wave Just to tell me that they love my voice Just to tell me that Im great
I am an opera singer I will sing when youre all dead I sing the mountains crumbling apart I sing what cant be said
I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands Most people seem to know my name Or at least know who I am
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