Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can e plain it pretty easily
Have you ever been to a
birthday party for children
And one of the children
won't stop screaming
Cause he's just a little
attention attractor
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can't be about him
There's other people,
you selfish asshole!
I must be psychotic
I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy
of all this attention
Of all of this money you
worked really hard for
I slept in late while you
worked at the drug store
My drug's attention
I am an addict
But I get paid to indulge in my habit
It's all an illusion
I'm wearing make up
I'm wearing make up
Make up
Make up
Make up
Art is dead
So, people think you're funny
How do we get those people's money?
I said art is dead
We're rolling in dough while
Carlin rolls in his grave
His grave
His grave
The show has got a budget
The show has got a budget
And all the poor people
way more deserving
Of the money won't budge it
Cause I wanted my name in lights
When I could have fed a family of four
For forty f king fortnights
Forty f king fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't revere me
I am an artist
Please don't respect me
I am an artist
Feel free to correct me
A self centered artist
Self obsessed artist
I am an artist
I am an artist
But I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it
