This next song honestly is nothing at all But it helps me sleep at night 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 'Cause 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 ass hole 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 make-up, I'm wearing make-up Make-up, make-up, make-up, make... Art is dead So people think you're funny, how do you get those peoples money Said art is 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 'Cause I wanted my name in lights When i could have feed 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-obsesed 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
This next song honestly is nothing at all
But it helps me sleep at night
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
'Cause 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 ass hole
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 make-up, I'm wearing make-up
Make-up, make-up, make-up, make...
Art is dead
So people think you're funny, how do you get those peoples money
Said art is 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
'Cause I wanted my name in lights
When i could have feed 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-obsesed 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
THANK YOU
YES THANK YOU THIS MADE MY DAY, COULD U MAYBE DO THAT FUNNY FEELING IN A HIGHER KEY?
I can do that!
THIS CRATCHES MY BRAIN IN A GOOD WAY THANK YOU SO MUCH
Squidward’s Lament.
Thank you! I don’t know if you’re still reading comments, but could you maybe do Lower Your Expectations in a higher key?