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-star's name   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 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 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