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  Art is dead
       
  Art is dead
        
  Art is dead
       
  Art is dead

             
Entertainers l

             
ike to seem co

      
mplicated
             
But we're not 

      
complicated
             
I can explain 

          
it pretty easi

ly
             
Have you ever 

             
been to a birt

              
hday party for

  
 children
              
And one of the

            
 children won'

       
t stop screami

ng
              
Cuz he's just 

             
a little atten

     
tion attractor
              
When he grows 

            
up to be a com

      
ic or actor
             
He'll be rewar

              
ded for never 

   
maturing
            
For never unde

              
rstanding or l

 
earning
             
That every day

          
 can't be abou

t him
              
There's other 

            
people, you se

      
lfish asshole

              
I must be psyc


hotic
             
I must be deme

nted
              
To think that 

            
I'm worthy of 

           
all this atten

tion
              
Of all of this

             
 money you wor

           
ked really har

d for
            
I slept in lat

              
e while you wo

            
rked at the dr

ug store
             
My drug's atte

ntion
        
I am an addict
            
But I get paid

              
 to indulge in

    
 my habit

              
It's all an il

 
lusion
            
I'm wearing ma

ke-up
            
I'm wearing ma

ke-up
         
Make-up, make-

up, make-up

        
Art is dead
     
So, people thi

nk you're funn

y

How do you get

 those people'

s money
             
I said art is 

  
dead
            
We're rolling 

              
in dough while

             
 Carlin rolls 

       
in his grave
     
His grave
          
His grave

             
This show has 

      
got a budget
            
This show has 

      
got a budget
             
And all the po

          
or people way 

more deserving
            
Of the money w

     
on't budge it
             
'Cause I wante

             
d my name in l

ights
            
When I could h

          
ave fed a fami

ly of four
             
For forty fuck

    
ing fortnights
            
Forty fucking 


fortnights

         
I am an artist
              
Please God, fo

 
rgive me
         
I am an artist
              
Please don't r

  
evere me
         
I am an artist
              
Please don't r

  
espect me
         
I am an artist
              
Feel free to c

 
orrect me

              
A self-centere

   
d artist
              
Self-obsessed 

 
artist
         
I am an artist
         
I am an artist
              
But I'm just a

  
 kid
            
I'm just a kid
            
I'm just a kid

, kid
             
And maybe I'll

              
 grow out of i

   
t