Lyrics
[Verse] A generation of degenerates generating art (degenerating) A generation of degenerates generating art (procrastinating) A generation of degenerates generating art (accelerating) A generation of degenerates generating art (excruciating) [Pre-chorus] I don't have a soul I don't have a pencil I don't have a face I just have potential [Chorus] I have arthritis in my prompt finger (oooh arthritis) I suffer from my art, I'm a heavy drinker (oh so heavy) The pain means I'm an artist (oooh the pain) So what if I'm not the smartest? (not the smartest) [Verse] A generation of degenerates generating art (appropriating) A generation of degenerates generating art (incorporating) A generation of degenerates generating art (annihilating) A generation of degenerates generating art (intimidating) [Outro] We're generating We're degenerating My fingers are numb I've been writing prompts all day You wouldn't get it We're generating We're degenerating I've been clicking buttons for hours My joints are bleeding Oh, you have a Liberal Arts Degree? That's cool, I have a phone We're generating We're degenerating
