Art Is Dead
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Intro:
Verse 1:
Art is dead, art is dead
Art is dead, art is dead
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 and 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!
Verse 2:
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 make-up, I'm wearing
make-up, make-up, make-up,
make-up
Verse 3:
Art is dead, so people think
you're funny, how do you get
those people's money?
Art is dead, we're rolling in
dough while Carlin rolls in his
Grave, in his grave, in his
grave....
This 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!
Verse 4:
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
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....
(abrupt end)
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