Bo Burnham - Art is dead

^FArt is dead ^AArt is dead ^DmArt is dead ^BbArt is dead

^FEntertainers like to seem compli^Acated But we're not compli^Dmcated I can explain it pretty ^Bbeasily Have you ever been to a ^Fbirthday party for children And one of the c^Ahildren won't stop screaming Cuz he's just a ^Dmlittle attention attractor When he grows ^Bbup to be a comic or actor He'll be ^Frewarded for never maturing For never ^Aunderstanding or learning That every ^Dmday can't be about him There's other ^Bbpeople, you selfish child!

I must be ^Fpsychotic, I must be demented To think that I'm ^Aworthy of all this attention Of all of this ^Dmmoney you worked really hard for I slept in ^Bblate while you worked at the drug store My drug's ^Fattention, I am an addict But I get ^Apaid to indulge in my habit It's all an ^Dmillusion, I'm wearing make-up I'm wearing ^Bbmake-up, make-up, make-up, makeuuu--p

^FArt is dead ^ASo, people think you're funny

^FI said art is dead We're ^Arolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his ^Fgrave ^AHis grave ^DmHis grave ^Bb

^FThis show has got a budget ^AThis show has got a budget And ^Dmall the poor people way more deserving Of the ^Bbmoney won't budge it Cause I ^Fwanted my name in lights When I ^Acould have fed a family of four For ^Dmforty freaking fortnights ^BbForty freaking fortnights!

I am an ^Fartist, please God forgive me I am an ^Aartist, please don't revere me I am an ^Dmartist, please don't respect me I am an ^Bbartist, feel free to correct me

A self-ce^Fntered artist Self-obsessed ^Aartist I am an ^Dmartist, I am an artist But I'm just a ^Bbkid, I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, kid And maybe I'll grow out of it ^F