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letra de no more selfies - jello biafra & the guantanamo school of medicine

[verse 1]
used to be a stray tourist
a j-panese band
“jello can we get a picture?”
cameras in their hands
now it’s dawn of the dead
wherever you go
pushy selfie-junkies won’t leave people alone!

[pre-chorus]
first one!
then two!
then three!
h–rding in like zombies
then five!
then ten!
[?]
oh!
oh!
oh, oh

[chorus]
jello, selfie, for me right now!
no more selfies!
no more selfies!
guеss it’s time to make some rulеs
no more selfies!
no more selfies!
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel if this was done to you
[verse 2]
still i try to be nice
stop and do a few but then i’ve gotta move on
but when i’m talking to my friends
camera phonies with no boundaries b-tt right in!

[pre-chorus]
first one!
then two!
then three!
can’t you see we’re trying to eat?
then five!
then ten!
i can’t do everyone i’ve got to be somewhere!
oh!
oh!
oh, oh yeah

[chorus]
jello, selfie, again and again!
no more selfies!
no more selfies!
wish it wasn’t, but it’s true
no more selfies!
no more selfies!
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
[instrumental break]

[verse 3]
grab me by the arm when i’m trying to go on stage
and grab the mic away from me and stop the whole gig!
you might get what you wanted, you just wait until someone’s free
just like your mama told you, back when you were three!

i’m not an animal
[?]
if someone looks busy then they probably are!
jello, selfie, to post to my friends!
and never, ever, look at it again!
never, ever, look at it again!

[bridge]
this all really happened my friends
when i’m crying at dave brockie’s funeral
or trying to take a leak
or the time i felt a chokehold ’round my neck
cupped my fist in self-defense
and what do you know, a phone in my face!

or that clown who tried to start a fight with everyone around
’cause i wouldn’t stop my dj’s set, just for his phone!
spills his drink into the mixer, as he makes it on the skip
no one else matters in the room but him!
[refrain]
no more selfies!
no more selfies!
we all got a life too
no more selfies!
no more selfies!
humans aren’t your petting zoo
no more selfies!
no more selfies!
[?]

[outro]
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
think of how you’d feel
oh wait, my phone ain’t on (think of how you’d feel)
can somebody show me how to work my phone? (think of how you’d feel)
uh, that one’s not good enough (think of how you’d feel)
i want a better one (think of how you’d feel)
i always get three (think of how you’d feel)
now stay!

- jello biafra the guantanamo school of medicine

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