[Intro]

This next song, honestly, is not funny at all, but, uh, it helps me sleep at night

[Chorus]

Art is dead

Art is dead

Art is dead

Art is dead

[Verse 1]

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 makeup

I'm wearing makeup, makeup, makeup, makeup

[Chorus]

Art is dead

[Bridge]

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 2]

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

[Refrain]

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

[Outro]

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