Bb         D       Gm        Eb 
   Art is dead,  art is dead 
Bb         D   Gm        Eb 
Art is dead, art is dead 
Bb                  D                     Gm 
Entertainers like to seem complicated 
       Eb                      Bb 
But we're not complicated 
           D                      Gm  
I can explain it pretty easily 
                   Eb                  Bb                          D  
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children 
                            Gm                        Eb 
And one of the children won't stop screaming 
                              Bb                    D 
Cause he's just a little attention attractor 
               Gm                           Eb                       
When he grows up to be a comic or actor 
              Bb                          D 
He'll be rewarded for never maturing 
                   Gm                       Eb 
For never understanding or learning 
                  Bb                       D 
That every day can't be about him 
                         Gm                       Eb 
There's other people you selfish asshole 
                 Bb                              D 

I must be psychotic, I must be demented 
                             Gm                     Eb 
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention 
  
                      Bb                                    D     
Of all of this money you worked really hard for 
                Gm                                         Eb  
I slept in late while you worked at the drugstore 
                    Bb                      D 
My drug's attention, I am an addict 
                Gm                           Eb 
but I get paid to indulge in my habit 
                  Bb                           D 
It's all an illusion, I'm wearing make-up 
                    Gm                           Eb                               
I'm wearing make-up, make-up, make-up, make-up 
Bb          D               Gm 
Art is dead, so people think you're funny 
Eb           
How do you get those people's money? 
Bb           D                   D 
Art is dead, we're rolling in dough 
            Eb                            Bb                D              Gm              Eb 
While Carlin rolls in his grave, in his grave, in his grave 
          Bb                     D                 Gm                  Eb 
This show has got a budget, the show has got a budget 
         Bb                           D                                       Gm                    Eb 
And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budge it 
               Bb                            D                   Gm                        Eb 
Cause I wanted my name in lights. when I could have fed a family of four 
         Bb                D              Gm                Eb 
For forty fucking fortnights, forty fucking fortnights 
    Bb                                      D 
I am an artist, please god forgive me 
    Gm                                    Eb 
I am an artist, please don't revere me 
    Bb                                     D 
I am an artist, please don't respect me 
    Gm                                  Eb 
I am an artist, feel free to correct me 
       Bb                       D 
A self-centered artist, self-obsessed artist 
   Gm                 Eb 
I am an artist, I am an artist 
                       Bb                 D               Gm 
But I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, im just a kid, kid 
        Eb                                  Bb 
And maybe I'll grow out of it