Opera Singer

I am an opera singer
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where
I'm goingAnd where to throw my cape
I call my co-star's brother
I call my co-star's name
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to
Verdi's play
And every single mornin'
By 10 a.m
I'm 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
I've sung for
Kings in Europe
And emperors in
JapanAnd after each performance
People stand around and wave
Just to tell me that they love my voice
Just to tell me that
I'm greatI am an opera singer
I will sing when you're all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can't 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