Opera Singer — текст песни (cake)

I am an opera singer

I stand on painted tape

It tells me where Im going

And where to throw my cape



I call my costars "brother"

I call my costars "knave"

I play both good and evil parts

I sing to verdis grave



And every single morning

By 10 am Im 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

Ive sung for kings in europe

And emperors 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 Im great



I am an opera singer

I will sing when youre all dead

I sing the mountains crumbling apart

I sing what cant 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