Cake - Opera Singer lyrics

Album: Comfort Eagle (2001)

I´m an Opera Singer
I stand on pain´ted Tape
It tells me where I am going
And where to throw my cape

I call my co-stars brother
I call my co-star´s name
I play both good & evil parts
I sing to Verdi´s grave

And every single morning
By 10 AM I am dressed
My rehearsals last for hours & hours
With dilligence I´ve been blessed

Some people they call me monster
Some people they call me sain´t
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no one´ll complain

I´m an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
I have sung for kings in Europe
And emporers in Japan

And after each performance
People stand around & wait
Just to tell me that they love my voice
Just to tell me that I am great

I´m an opera singer
I´ll sing when you are all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can´t be said

I´m an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
Most people seem to know my name
Or at least know who I´m

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