Art Is Dead 歌词

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 'Cuz 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 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 Art is dead Some people think you're funny How do we 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 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 You're 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 I'm just a kid, kid And maybe I'll grow out of it