lyrics-once again sorry about the cursing, i blocked it out

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 -BLEEP-


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 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?

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 ***** fortnights, forty ****** 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, kid

And maybe I'll grow out of it