When you go out to the opera
You get to see people with big voices die.
They die with swords in hand,
Die on the burning sand
Tosca throws herself from thehigh parapetn oo!
It's why you want to see an opera
To see the tenor bleeding where he fell
They die wasting away
They die stabbing themselves
Hitting lots of high notes with their dying breath
And they sing right up until they die
While they get barbecued or while they cough a lot
Opera roles require dying skills
Tenors die most of the time
And most of them in fact deserve to........
We're just the chorus, we don't really care
We've seen it all. Life isn't fair
We're here to watch the spectacle go by
And we don't have to die
To us your tragedies
Don't mean a thing
We just show up and sing.
We are the chorus, we can move the flats
Corry the spears, wear funny hats
We stand in back and harmonize a lot
As we amp up the plot
And from our point of view
Surviving through the end.