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