Art Is Dead (live) Karaoke - Bo Burnham

This title is a cover of Art Is Dead (live) as made famous by Bo Burnham

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Tempo: variable (around 171 BPM)

In the same key as the original: E

Duration: 02:23 - Preview at: 01:07

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2010
Genres: Comedy, In English
Original songwriter: Bo Burnham

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Lyrics Art Is Dead (live)

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

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