Opera Singer Lyrics - Comfort Eagle - Cake

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 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 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