Bo Burnham - Art is Dead Chords

[Opening]
[Em]Art is dead, [C]art is dead.
[G]Art is dead, [D]art is dead.

[verse 2]
[Em]Entertainers like to seem compli[C]cated.
But we’re not compli[G]cated.
I can explain it pretty [D]easily.

[verse 3]
Have you ever been to a [Em]birthday party for children.
And one of the [C]children won’t stop screaming.
Cause he’s just a [G]little attention attractor.
When he grows [D]up to be a comic or actor.
He’ll be [Em]rewarded for never maturing.
For never [C]understanding or learning.
That every [G]day can’t be about him.
There’s other [D]people you selfish asshole.

[verse 4]
I must be psy[Em]chotic, I must be demented.
To think that I’m [C]worthy of all this attention.
Of all of this [G]money you worked really hard for.
I slept in [D]late while you worked at the drug store.

[verse 5]
My drug’s [Em]attention, I am an addict.
But I get [C]paid to indulge in my habit.
It’s all an [G]illusion, I’m wearing make-up.
I’m wearing [D]make-up, make-up, make-up, make-up.

[verse 6]
[Em]Art is dead, [C]so people think you’re funny
How do you get those people’s money?
[Em]Art is dead, we’re [C]rolling in dough
While Carlin rolls in his [Em]grave, in his grave. [C] [G] [D]

[verse 7]
[Em]This show has got a budget.
The [C]show has got a budget.
And [G]all the poor people way more.
Deserving of the [D]money won’t budge it.
Cause I [Em]wanted my name in lights.
When [C]I could have fed a family of four.
For [G]forty fucking fortnights, [D]forty fucking fortnights.

[verse 8]
I am an [Em]artist, please god forgive me.
I am an [C]artist, people don’t revere me.
I am an [G]artist, please don’t respect me.
I am an [D]artist, feel free to correct me.
A self-centered [Em]artist, self-obsessed artist.
I am an [C]artist, I am an artist.

[Closing]
But I’m just a [G]kid, I’m just a kid, I’m just a [D]kid.
And maybe I’ll grow out of it. [Em]