Bo Burnham - Art Is Dead

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 an addict

But I get paid to indulge in my habit

It's all an illusion

I'm wearing makeup

I'm wearing makeup

Makeup

Makeup

Makeuuu--p


Art is dead

So, 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

Feel 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