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