Night at the Opera

Huh, huh

Brrrrrah

Am I cursed?

Like a lead in the opera, tragically doomed from birth?

Or a girl in the thriller, everybody knows is gonna die first

What's worse?

I can see you in the balcony thinkin' it's a comedy, sure

Well, I hope my suffering will sell some tickets in the mezzanine

Hit the lights (ah)

Cut the chandelier

Get me out, yeah (ah), get me outta here

Fur coat on the rich lady's arm

I'm about to pull the fire alarm

(Huh) the pain

(Huh) the gag

(Huh) the drama (drama, drama)

If I'm gonna dance, then you're gonna dance too

What's the matter, babe?

Did you bring the wrong shoes?

Fire in the risers, so your body better move

To the tiny violins and the big ones too

If I'm gonna dance, then you're gonna dance too

What's the matter, babe?

Did you bring the wrong shoes?

Fire in the risers, so your body better move

To the tiny violins and the big ones too

(Huh) the pain

(Huh) the gag

(Huh) the drama (drama, drama)

You look stressed

Have you never seen revenge looking cute in an A-line dress?

Have you really never thought that your words have a consequence?

God bless

Now cinch your waist, gimme face, innovate, okay, yes

And I think your misery will really sell the documentary

Hit the lights (ah)

Cut the chandelier

Get me out, yeah (ah), get me outta here

Red wine on the platinum card

I'm about to pull the fire alarm

(Huh) the pain

(Huh) the gag

(Huh) the drama (drama, drama)

If I'm gonna dance, then you're gonna dance too

What's the matter, babe?

Did you bring the wrong shoes?

Fire in the risers, so your body better move

To the tiny violins and the big ones too

If I'm gonna dance, then you're gonna dance too

What's the matter, babe?

Did you bring the wrong shoes?

Fire in the risers, so your body better move

To the tiny violins and the big ones too

(I, I see the vision, yeah, I, I support you)

(Huh) the pain

(Huh) the gag

(Huh) the drama

I'm 'bout to eat this shit up

I'm 'bout to eat this shit up

(Huh) the fame

(Huh) the flash

(Huh) the trauma

I'm 'bout to eat this shit up

And you're gonna eat this shit up

If I'm gonna dance, then you're gonna dance too

What's the matter, babe?

Did you bring the wrong shoes?

Fire in the risers, so your body better move

To the tiny violins and the big ones too (ah)

If I'm gonna dance, then you're gonna dance too

What's the matter, babe?

Did you bring the wrong shoes?

Fire in the risers, so your body better move

If you like act one, you're gonna love act two (ah)