Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain 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
some people think you're funny
How do you get those people's money
I said  art is dead
we're rolling in dough
While Carlin rolls in his grave
in his grave
in his grave
Cause this show has got a budget
The show has got a budget
And all the poor people way more deserving
Of the money won't budget
Cause I wanted my name in lights
When I could have fed a family of four
For forty ****ing fortnights
forty ****ing 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