| Song | So Selfish It's Funny |
| Artist | Showbread |
| Album | No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical |
| 作曲 : Dies | |
| Someday they'll write a book about you | |
| Because you're so selfish, it's funny | |
| So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde of you, you, you | |
| So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde of you, you, you | |
| Yeah, I'd love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you'd love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| So tense are these nerves in any instance | |
| Teeth snap and a toe taps the dirt | |
| Cry like a baby and see if then maybe | |
| The others will cherish your hurt | |
| Never you see a cry or a plea | |
| Consider another or first | |
| Know this is your world | |
| The harsh words, harsh words | |
| Recall you are the one in need, worse | |
| Yeah, I'd love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you'd love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| Yeah, I'd love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you'd love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| Ignoring you, | |
| I dance, oh | |
| I doThrough magnificent realms, quite divine | |
| Stopping to see my face smiling at me | |
| For this is my life and my time | |
| Yeah, I'd love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you'd love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| Yeah, I'd love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And we'd serve you | |
| But we serve ourselves | |
| What an arduous task, it proves such a feat to be only one of a kind | |
| And no scenery slips through the spaces we meet | |
| Press forward and leave me behind | |
| What an arduous task, it proves such a feat to be only one of a kind | |
| And no scenery slips through the spaces we meet | |
| Press forward and leave me behind | |
| What a child you are, for you look just like me | |
| Looking out for number one | |
| And I'm all that | |
| I have and all that | |
| I seeSaved by the grace of the son | |
| So shall we deny as we die | |
| As I write a book about me | |
| My noble wealth of serving myself | |
| I am so selfish, it's funny |
| zuò qǔ : Dies | |
| Someday they' ll write a book about you | |
| Because you' re so selfish, it' s funny | |
| So selfabsorbed, this thunderous horde of you, you, you | |
| So selfabsorbed, this thunderous horde of you, you, you | |
| Yeah, I' d love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you' d love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| So tense are these nerves in any instance | |
| Teeth snap and a toe taps the dirt | |
| Cry like a baby and see if then maybe | |
| The others will cherish your hurt | |
| Never you see a cry or a plea | |
| Consider another or first | |
| Know this is your world | |
| The harsh words, harsh words | |
| Recall you are the one in need, worse | |
| Yeah, I' d love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you' d love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| Yeah, I' d love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you' d love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| Ignoring you, | |
| I dance, oh | |
| I doThrough magnificent realms, quite divine | |
| Stopping to see my face smiling at me | |
| For this is my life and my time | |
| Yeah, I' d love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And you' d love me | |
| But I love myself | |
| Yeah, I' d love you | |
| But you love yourself | |
| And we' d serve you | |
| But we serve ourselves | |
| What an arduous task, it proves such a feat to be only one of a kind | |
| And no scenery slips through the spaces we meet | |
| Press forward and leave me behind | |
| What an arduous task, it proves such a feat to be only one of a kind | |
| And no scenery slips through the spaces we meet | |
| Press forward and leave me behind | |
| What a child you are, for you look just like me | |
| Looking out for number one | |
| And I' m all that | |
| I have and all that | |
| I seeSaved by the grace of the son | |
| So shall we deny as we die | |
| As I write a book about me | |
| My noble wealth of serving myself | |
| I am so selfish, it' s funny |