Bo Burnham - Art is dead

^C Art is ^Edead ^Am Art is ^Fdead ^C Art is ^Edead ^Am Art is ^Fdead

^CEntertainers li^Eke to seem complica^Amted But ^Fwe're not compli^Ccated I can ex^Eplain it pretty ^Ameasily Have you ^Fever been to a ^Cbirthday party for c^Ehildren And one of the ^Amchildren won't stop ^Fscreaming Cuz he's just a ^Clittle attention ^Eattractor When he grows ^Amup to be a comic or ^Factor He'll be re^Cwarded for never mat^Euring For never u^Amnderstanding or le^Farning That every ^Cday can't be ^Eabout him There's other ^Ampeople, you selfish ^Fasshole

I must be psyc^Chotic I must be dem^Eented To think that I'm w^Amorthy of all this at^Ftention Of all of this m^Coney you worked really ^Ehard for I slept in ^Amlate while you worked at the ^Fdrug store My drug's att^Cention I am an ^Eaddict But I get ^Ampaid to indulge in my ^Fhabit

It's all an ill^Cusion I'm wearing ^Emake-up I'm wearing ^Ammake-up Make-up, ^Fmake-up, make-up

^CArt is de^Ead So, p^Ameople think you're funny ^FHow do you get those people's money ^CI said art is de^Ead We're ^Amrolling in dough while ^FCarlin rolls in his ^Cgrave His g^Erave His g^Amrave ^F

This ^Cshow has got a ^Ebudget This ^Amshow has got a ^Fbudget And ^Call the poor people ^Eway more deserving Of the m^Amoney won't ^Fbudge it 'Cause I w^Canted my name in ^Elights When I ^Amcould have fed a ^Ffamily of four For ^Cforty fucking ^Efortnights ^AmForty fucking ^Ffortnights

I am an a^Crtist Please God, for^Egive me I am an a^Amrtist Please don't rev^Fere me I am an a^Crtist Please don't res^Epect me I am an a^Amrtist Feel free to co^Frrect me

A self-cen^Ctered artist Self-obsessed a^Ertist I am an a^Amrtist I am an a^Frtist But I'm just a k^Cid I'm just a k^Eid I'm just a k^Amid, kid And ^Fmaybe I'll grow out of it ^C