Bo Burnham - Art is dead

^EmArt is dead, ^Cart is dead ^GArt is dead, ^Dart is dead

^EmEntertainers like to seem compli^Ccated But we're not compli^Gcated I can explain it pretty ^Deasily

Have you ever been to a ^Embirthday party for children And one of the ^Cchildren won't stop screaming Cause he's just a ^Glittle attention attractor When he grows ^Dup to be a comic or actor He'll be r^Emewarded for never maturing For never ^Cunderstanding or learning That every ^Gday can't be about him There's other ^Dpeople you selfish asshole

I must be psyc^Emhotic, I must be demented To think that I'm ^Cworthy of all this attention Of all of this m^Goney you worked hard for I slept in ^Dlate while you worked at the drug store

My drug's ^Emattention, I am an addict But I get ^Cpaid to indulge in my habit It's all an ^Gillusion, I'm wearing make-up I'm wearing m^Dake-up, make-up, make-up, make-up

^EmArt is dead, ^Cso people think you're funny How do you get those people's money? ^EmArt is dead, we'r^Ce rolling in money Em C-G-D While Carlin rolls in his grave, in his grave

^Emthis show has got a budget The ^Cshow has got a budget And ^Gall the poor people way more deserving of the ^Dmoney won't budget Cause I ^Emwanted my name in lights When ^CI could have fed a family of four For ^Gforty fucking fortnights, ^Dforty fucking fortnights

I am an ^Emartist, please god forgive me I am an ^Cartist, people don't revere me I am an ^Gartist, please don't respect me I am an ^Dartist, feel free to correct me A self-centered ^Emartist, self-obsessed artist I am an ^Cartist, I am an artist

But I'm just a ^Gkid, I'm just a kid, I'm just a ^Dkid And maybe I'll grow out of it ^Em