The Opera's Never Over

(Lyrics by William L Cooper)


Somewhere west of midnight 
I woke up in a dream 
Front row at an opera 
Like none I’d ever seen 
On stage were broken bottles 
A rusty old car door 
A flock of seagulls pecking 
On a rotten apple core 

Adam’s garden lay in shambles 
The wilderness ablaze 
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green 
A spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings

Was dirty baby diapers 
Scattered on the ground
Soaking up raw sewage 
From a ransacked backwoods town
Evil clouds were rising 
From a distant factory
To feed an acid river
And suffocate the sea

Adam’s garden lay in shambles 
The wilderness ablaze 
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green 
A spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings

The sky gave way to vultures 
Circling over oyster bay
Oil slick on the beaches 
And a red tide on it's way 
I rolled over in my dream 
Tried my best to scream
But the opera's never over ‘til the Fat Lady sings

Adam’s garden lay in shambles 
The wilderness ablaze 
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green 
A spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings