Opera Singer

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-stars "brother"
 I call my co-stars "knave"
 I play both good and evil parts
 I sing to Verdi's grave
 And every single morning
 By 10 AM 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
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 And after each performance
 People stand around and wait
 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