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              Gm
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