Bo Burnham - Art is dead

^EArt is ^G#dead, ^C#mart is ^Adead ^{B E}Art is ^G#dead, ^C#mart is ^Adead ^{B E}Entertainers l^G#ike to seem complic^C#mated, but ^Awe're not c^Bompli^Ecated I can ex^G#plain it pretty ^C#measily: have you ^Aever b^Been to a ^EBirthday party for ^G#children? and one of the ^C#mchildren won't stop scr^Aeaming ^B Cause he's just a ^Elittle attention a^G#ttractor and when he grows^C#m up to be a comic or ^Aactor, H^Be'll be rew^Earded for never matu^G#ring for never u^C#mnderstanding or l^Aearning ^B That every ^Eday can't be a^G#bout him there's other ^C#mpeople you selfish a^Asshole! ^B

I must be psyc^Ehotic, I must be de^G#mented, to think that I'm ^C#mworthy of all this att^Aention,^B Of all of this ^Emoney you worked really ^G#hard for, I slept in ^C#mlate while you worked at the ^Adrug store ^B My drug's at^Etention, I am an ^G#addict, but I get ^C#mpaid to indulge in my h^Aabit^B It's all an il^Elusion, I'm wearing ^G#make-up, I'm wearing ^C#mmake-up, make-up, ^Amake-up, ^Bmake-up

^EArt is de^G#ad, so peo^C#mple think you're funny, how ^Ado you get those ^Bpeople's money? ^EArt is d^G#ead, we're rol^C#mling in dough while ^ACarlin ^Brolls in his ^EGrave, in his ^G#grave, in his ^C#mgrave...^A. ^B This s^Ehow has got a b^G#udget, the ^C#mshow has got a ^Abud^Bget And a^Ell the poor people ^G#way more deserving of the ^C#mmoney won't b^Audge ^Bit Cause I w^Eanted my name in l^G#ights. when I ^C#mcould have fed a f^Aamily of ^Bfour For f^Eorty fucking ^G#fortnights, ^C#mforty fucking ^Afortnights!^B

I am an ^Eartist, please god for^G#give me, I am an ^C#martist, please don't re^Avere me ^B I am an ^Eartist, please don't r^G#espect me, I am an ^C#martist, feel free to c^Aorrect me^B A self-centered ^Eartist, self-obsessed ^G#artist, I am an ^C#martist, I am an a^Artist!^B But I'm just a ^Ekid, I'm just a ^G#kid, I'm just a ^C#mkid, kid, and ^Amaybe I'll grow ^Bout of it^E....