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[Intro]E G# C#m A[Verse]E G# C#m A BArt is dead, art is deadE G# C#m A BArt is dead, art is deadE G# C#m A B EEntertainers like to seem complicated, but we're not complicatedG# C#m A BI can explain it pretty easily: have you ever been to aE G# C#m A BBirthday party for children? and one of the children won't stop screamingE G# C#m ACause he's just a little attention attractor and when he grows up to be a comic or actor,B E G# C#m A BHe'll be rewarded for never maturing for never understanding or learningE G# C#m A BThat every day can't be about him there's other people you selfish asshole![Verse]E G# C#m A BI must be psychotic, I must be demented, to think that I'm worthy of all this attention,E G# C#m AOf all of this money you worked really hard for, I slept in late while you worked at the drug storeBE G# C#m A BMy drug's attention, I am an addict, but I get paid to indulge in my habitE G# C#m A BIt'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 BArt is dead, so people think you're funny, how do you get those people's money?E G# C#m A BArt is dead, we're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in hisE G# C#m A BGrave, in his grave, in his grave....E G# C#m A BThis show has got a budget, the show has got a budgetE G# C#m A BAnd all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budge itE G# C#m A BCause I wanted my name in lights. when I could have fed a family of fourE G# C#m A BFor forty fucking fortnights, forty fucking fortnights![Verse]E G# C#m A BI am an artist, please god forgive me, I am an artist, please don't revere meE G# C#m A BI am an artist, please don't respect me, I am an artist, feel free to correct meE G# C#m A BA self-centered artist, self-obsessed artist, I am an artist, I am an artist!E G# C#m A B EBut I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, kid, and maybe I'll grow out of it....