Art Is Dead Ukulele chords by Bo Burnham

Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)

Difficulty: Intermediate


E      G#    A      C#m
Art is dead, art is dead
E      G#    A      C#m
Art is dead, art is dead

E            G#                  A
Entertainers like to seem complicated
C#m                 E
But we're not complicated
          G# .          A
I can explain it pretty easily
         C#m              E                G#
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
               A                   C#m
And one of the children won't stop screaming
                  E                   G#
Cause he's just a little attention attractor
              A .        C#m
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
            E               G#
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
          A .               C#m
For never understanding or learning
           E              G#
That every day can't be about him
               A                 C#m
There's other people you selfish asshole

               E                 G#
I must be psychotic, I must be demented
                   A                   C#m
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
               E                       G#
Of all of this money you worked really hard for
           A                            C#m
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store
               E              G#
My drug's attention, I am an addict
            A                   C#m
But I get paid to indulge in my habit
               E                   G#
It's all an illusion, I'm wearing make-up
            A                 C#m
I'm wearing make-up, make-up, make-up, make-up


E      G#
Art is dead
      A
So people think you're funny
C#m
How do you get those people's money?
E      G#
Art is dead
       A
We're rolling in dough
       C#m                E
While Carlin rolls in his grave
G#
His grave
A           C#m
His grave


    E .            G#
The show has got a budget
    A              C#m
The show has got a budget
            E                    G#               A           C#m
And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budget
         E                 G#
Cause I wanted my name in lights
       A                C#m
Well I could have fed a family of four
     E              G#
For forty fucking fortnights
 A                C#m*
Forty fucking fortnights
        E                  G#
I am an artist, please god forgive me
        A                    C#m
I am an artist, people don't revere me
         E                    G#
I am an artist, please don't respect me
        A                    C#m
I am an artist, feel free to correct me
                E
A self-centered artist
              G#
Self-posessed artist
        A               C#m
I am an artist, I am an artist
               E               G#             A
But I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid,I'm just a kid, kid
    C#m*                      E*
And maybe I'll grow out of it

* = Strum once