Art Is Hard lyrics

Cut it out, your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine
The crowds are catching on to the self-afflicted song
Well here we go again, the art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail, to boost your CD sales
And that CD sells yeah what a hit, you got to repeat it
You gotta sink to swim

First you don't, you don't succeed
You gotta recreate your misery
Cause we all know art is hard
Young artists have gotta starve
Try and fail and try again
The comforts of repetition
Keep churnin out those hits
Till it's all the same old shit

Oh, a second verse
Well color me fatigued
Im hiding in the leaves
In the CD jacket sleeves
Tired of entertaining
Some double-dipped meaning
A soft served analogy
Those drunken angry slur
In 31 flavours
You gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim
Immerse yourself in rejection
Regurgitate some sorry tale
About a boy who sells his love affairs

Gotta fake (fake) fake (fake) fake the pain
Gotta make (make) make (make) make a scene
Gotta break (break) break (break) break a leg
When you get on stage and they scream your name
Oh cursive is so cool!

You gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim
Impersonate greater persons
Cause we all know art is hard
When we don't know who we are

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