Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This next song, honestly, is not funny at all
But, uh, it helps me sleep at night
[Verse 2]
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
I must be psychotic, I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money I 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, makeup, make-up, make
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
Written by: Bo Burnham
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