Karaoké Art Is Dead (live) 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

'Cos 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

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

Art is-a dead

So people think you're funny

How do you get those people's money

Said-a art is-a dead

We're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave

His grave, his grave

The 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

'Cos 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