Bb D Gm Eb Art is dead, art is deadBb D Gm Eb Art is dead, art is deadBb D Gm Entertainers like to seem complicatedEb Bb But we're not complicatedD Gm I can explain it pretty easilyEb Bb D Have you ever been to a birthday party for childrenGm Eb And one of the children won't stop screamingBb D Cause he's just a little attention attractorGm Eb When he grows up to be a comic or actorBb D He'll be rewarded for never maturingGm Eb For never understanding or learningBb D That every day can't be about himGm Eb There's other people you selfish assholeBb D I must be psychotic, I must be dementedGm Eb To think that I'm worthy of all this attentionBb D Of all of this money you worked really hard forGm Eb I slept in late while you worked at the drugstoreBb D My drug's attention, I am an addictGm Eb But I get paid to indulge in my habitBb D It's all an illusion, I'm wearing make-upGm Eb I'm wearing make-up, make-up, make-up, make-upBb D Gm Art is dead, so people think you're funnyEb How do you get those people's money?Bb D Gm Art is dead, we're rolling in doughEb Bb D Gm Eb While Carlin rolls in his grave, in his grave, in his graveBb D Gm Eb This show has got a budget, the show has got a budgetBb D Gm Eb And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budge itBb D Gm Eb Cause I wanted my name in lights. when I could have fed a family of fourBb D Gm Eb For forty fucking fortnights, forty fucking fortnightsBb D I am an artist, please god forgive meGm Eb I am an artist, please don't revere meBb D I am an artist, please don't respect meGm Eb I am an artist, feel free to correct meBb D A self-centered artist, self-obsessed artistGm Eb I am an artist, I am an artistBb D Gm But I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, im just a kid, kidEb Bb And maybe I'll grow out of it
Art Is Dead
Bo Burnham
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