Bo Burnham – Art is Dead Chords

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, so people think you’re funny
How do you get those people’s money?
Art is dead, we’re rolling in dough
While Carlin rolls in his grave, in his grave.

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 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, people 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.
And maybe I’ll grow out of it.