Bo Burnham - Art is dead

^EArt is ^G#dead, ^Aart is ^C#mdead ^EArt is ^G#dead, ^Aart is ^C#mdead

^EEntertainers ^G#like to seem complic^Aated ^C#mBut we're not compli^Ecated G# . A I can explain it pretty easily Have you ^C#mever been to a bi^Erthday party for ^G#children And one of the ^Achildren won't stop ^C#mscreaming Cause he's just a ^Elittle attention att^G#ractor A . C#m When he grows up to be a comic or actor He'll be rew^Earded for never ^G#maturing A . C#m For never understanding or learning That every ^Eday can't be ab^G#out him There's other p^Aeople you selfish ^C#masshole

I must be psych^Eotic, I must be de^G#mented To think that I'm w^Aorthy of all this at^C#mtention Of all of this ^Emoney you worked really ^G#hard for I slept in ^Alate while you worked at the ^C#mdrug store My drug's atten^Etion, I am an a^G#ddict But I get pa^Aid to indulge in my ^C#mhabit It's all an ill^Eusion, I'm wearing m^G#ake-up I'm wearing ^Amake-up, make-up, ^C#mmake-up, make-up

^EArt is ^G#dead So peo^Aple think you're funny ^C#mHow do you get those people's money? ^EArt is ^G#dead We're r^Aolling in dough While C^C#marlin rolls in his ^Egrave ^G#His grave ^AHis grave ^C#m

The ^Ashow has got a ^C#mbudget And all the ^Epoor people way more ^G#deserving of the ^Amoney won't ^C#mbudget Cause I w^Eanted my name in l^G#ights Well I ^Acould have fed a ^C#mfamily of four For f^Eorty fucking fo^G#rtnights F^Aorty fucking fort^C#m*nights I am an ^Eartist, please god ^G#forgive me I am an ^Aartist, people don't ^C#mrevere me I am an a^Ertist, please don't r^G#espect me I am an ^Aartist, feel free to ^C#mcorrect me A self-ce^Entered artist Self-posessed ^G#artist I am an ^Aartist, I am an ^C#martist But I'm just a ^Ekid, I'm just a ^G#kid,I'm just a ^Akid, kid And ^C#m*maybe I'll grow out of it ^E*