cake – opera singer lyrics
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 j-pan
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
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