Cake - Opera singer

I ^Eam an opera ^Emaj7singer I ^E7stand on painted ^Atape It ^Atells me where I'm ^Bgoing And ^Bwhere to throw my ^Ecape

I ^Ecall my co-stars ^Emaj7"brother" I ^E7call my co-stars "^Aknave" I ^Aplay both good and ^Bevil parts I ^Bsing to Verdi's ^Egrave

And ^Eevery single ^Emaj7morning By ^E710 AM I'm ^Adressed My ^Arehearsals last for ^Bhours and hours With ^Bdiligence I have been ^Eblessed

^ESome people, they call me ^Emaj7monster ^E7Some people, they call me ^Asaint My ^Atalent feeds my ^Bdarker side Yet ^Bno one will com^Eplain

I ^Bam an opera ^Esing^Aer I ^Asing in foreign ^Elands I've ^Bsung for kings in ^EEur^Aope And ^Aemperors in ^EJapan^B

And ^Eafter each per^Emaj7formance People ^E7stand around and ^Await Just to ^Atell me that they ^Blove my voice Just to ^Btell me that I'm ^Egreat

I ^Eam an opera ^Emaj7singer I will ^E7sing when you're all ^Adead I ^Asing the mountains ^Bcrumbling apart I ^Bsing what can't be ^Esaid

I ^Bam an opera ^Esing^Aer I ^Asing in foreign ^Elands Most ^Bpeople seem to ^Eknow my ^Aname Or at ^Aleast know who I ^Eam ^B