Serve Yourself

You say, you found Jesus Christ He's the only one You say, you've found Buddha Sittin' in the sun You say, you found Mohammed Facin' to the East You say, you found Krishna Dancin' in the streets Well there's somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew And it's your mother (Your mother, don't forget your mother, lad) You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do it for you You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do it for you Well, you may believe in devils and you may believe in Lords But if you don't go out and serve yourself, lad Ain't no room service here It's still the same old story A bloody Holy War A fight for love and glory Ain't gonna study war no more A fight for God and country We're gonna set you free We'll put you back in the stone Age If you won't be like me, get it? You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you Well you may believe in devils and you may believe in Lords But Christ, you're gonna have to serve yourself And that's all there is to it So get right back here it's in the bloody fridge God, when I was a kid Didn't have stuff like this TV-f**kin' dinners and all that crap You f**kin' kids are all the f**kin' same! Want a f**kin' car now, lucky to have a pair of shoes! You tell me, you found Jesus Christ Well that's great and he's the only one You say, you just found Buddha Sittin' on his a*s in the sun You say, you found Mohammed Kneeling on a bloody carpet facin' the East You say, you found Krishna With a bald head dancin' in the street (Well, Christ, now you're being heard) You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you You got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you (That's right, lad, you better get that straight into your f**kin' head) You got to serve yourself (You know that, who else is gonna do it for you, it ain't me, I tell you that) Well, you may believe in Jesus and you may believe in Marx And you may believe in Marks and Spencer's And you may believe in bloody Woolworths But there's something missing in this whole bloody stew And it's your mother, your poor bloody mother (She what bore you in the back bedroom Full of piss and shit and f**kin' midwives God, you can't forget that awful moment You know, you should have been in the bloody war, lad And you would know all about it, well, I'll tell you something) It's still the same old story A Holy bloody War, you know with the Pope and all that stuff A fight for love and glory Ain't gonna study no more war A fight for God and country and the Queen and all that We're gonna set you free Bomb you back into the f**kin' Stone Age If you won't be like me, you know, get down on your knees and pray Well there's somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew And it's your goddamn mother you dirty little git Now get in there and wash yer ears!