I am an Opera Singer

I stand on painted Tape

It tells me where I'm going

And 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 morningo

By 10 AM I'm dressed

My rehearsals last for hours and hours

With dilligence 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 emporers 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 I'm great



I 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