Serve yourself

You say you found jesus christ
Hes the only one
You say you found buddah
Sittin in the sun,
You say you found mohammed
Facin to the east
You say you found krishna
Dancin in the street.

Well, theres somethin missin in this God almighty stew
And its your mother,
Your mother, dont forget your mother, lad.

You gotta serve yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta serve yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you
Well, you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws
But if you dont go out and serve yourself, lad (aint no room service here....? ......)

Its still the same old story
A bloody holy war
A fight for love and glory
Aint gonna study war no more
A fight for God and country
Were gonna set you free
Well put you back in the stone age
If you wont be like me.

Get it?

You gotta serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may believe in devils and you may believe and laws
But christ, you gonna have to serve yourself and thats all there is to it

So get right back here, its in the bloody fridge!
God, when I was a kid, we didnt have stuff like this, t.v. fuckin dinners and all that crap!
You fuckin kids, all fuckin the same, want a fuckin car now?
Lucky to have a pair of shoes?

You tell me youve found jesus christ,
Thats great and hes the only one
You say youve just found buddah
And hes sittin on his arse in the sun,
You say you found mohammed
Kneelin on a bloody carpet, facin east
You say you found krishna
With his bald head, dancin in the street
Well, christ now and youre bein heard.

You gotta serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do it for you, thats right lad
You better get that straight into your fuckin head!
You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do that for you
It aint me, kid, I tell you that.

Well you may believe in jesus
And you may believe in marx
And you may believe in marks and spencers
And you may even believe in bloody woolworths
But theres something missin in this whole bloody stew
And its your mother, your poor bloody mother
She worked for you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and shit and fuckin midwives
God, you cant forget that awful moment, you know
You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all about it
Well, Ill tell you somethin,

Its still the same old story
A holy bloody war
You know with the pope and all that stuff
A fight for love and glory
Aint gonna study no more war
I fight for God and country and the queen and all that
Were gonna set you free, yeah,
Bomb ya back into the fuckin stone age if you wont be like me
You know, now get down on your knees and pray
Well, theres something missin in this God almighty stew
And its your God damn mother, you dirty little git
Now get in there and was your ears.

Ha-ha-ha