[intro] x2 E G# C#m A [verse] E G# C#m A Art is dead, art is dead E G# C#m A Art is dead, art is dead E G# C#m A B E Entertainers like to seem complicated, but we're not complicated G# C#m A B I can explain it pretty easily: have you ever been to a E G# C#m A Birthday party for children? and one of the children won't stop screaming E G# C#m A Cause he's just a little attention attractor and when he grows up to be a comic or actor, B E G# C#m A B He'll be rewarded for never maturing for never understanding or learning E G# C#m A B That every day can't be about him there's other people you selfish asshole! [interlude] E G# C#m A B I must be psychotic, I must be demented, to think that I'm worthy of all this attention, E G# C#m A B Of all of this money you worked really hard for, I slept in late while you worked at the drug store E G# C#m A B My drug's attention, I am an addict, but I get paid to indulge in my habit E G# C#m A B It's all an illusion, I'm wearing make-up, I'm wearing make-up, make-up, make-up, make-up [verse] E G# C#m A B Art is dead, so people think you're funny, how do you get those people's money? E G# C#m A B Art is dead, we're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his E G# C#m A B Grave, in his grave, in his grave.... E G# C#m A B This show has got a budget, the show has got a budget E G# C#m A B And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budge it E G# C#m A B Cause I wanted my name in lights. when I could have fed a family of four E G# C#m A B For forty fucking fortnights, forty fucking fortnights! [outro] E G# C#m A B I am an artist, please god forgive me, I am an artist, please don't revere me E G# C#m A I am an artist, please don't respect me, I am an artist, feel free to correct me B E G# C#m A a self-centered artist, self-obsessed artist, I am an artist, I am an artist! B E G# C#m A E But I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, kid, and maybe I'll grow out of it....