this is something different. i hope you guys like it. this song is a confession and an apology. honest, not sarcastic.
music and lyrics by bo burnham.
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 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
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
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
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, kid and maybe i'll grow out of it