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 drugstore
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 makeup
I'm wearing makeup
Makeup makeup make-
Art is dead
So 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
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 fucking fortnights
Forty fucking 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
you're 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
