this part though.. 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 just hits different.. and 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