Art Is Dead Song Lyrics
This next song, honestly, is not funny at allBut, uh, it helps me sleep at night
Art is deadArt is deadArt is deadArt is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicatedBut we’re not complicatedI can explain it pretty easilyHave you ever been to a birthday party for children?And one of the childrenWon’t stop screaming‘Cause he’s just a little attention attractor
When he grows upTo be a comic or actorHe’ll be rewardedFor never maturingFor never understanding or learningThat every dayCan’t be about himThere’s other peopleYou selfish asshole
I must be psychoticI must be dementedTo think that I’m worthyOf all this attentionOf all of this money, you worked really hard forI slept in late while you worked at the drug store
My drug’s attention, I am an addictBut I get paid to indulge in my habitIt’s all an illusionI’m wearing make-upI’m wearing make-upMake-up, make-up, make-up, make
Art is deadSo people think you’re funnyHow do you get those people’s money?Said art is deadWe’re rolling in doughWhile Carlin rolls in his graveHis grave, his grave
The show has got a budgetThe show has got a budgetAnd all the poor people way more deserving of the moneyWon’t budge it‘Cause I wanted my name in lightsWhen I could have feed a family of fourFor forty fucking fortnightsForty fucking fortnights
I am an artist, please God forgive meI am an artist, please don’t revere meI am an artist, please don’t respect meI am an artist, you’re free to correct me
A self-centered artistSelf-obsessed artistI am an artistI am an artistBut I’m just a kidI’m just a kidI’m just a kid, kidAnd maybe I’ll grow out of it