Intro:
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-fuckin` dinners and all that crap.
You fuckin` kids are all the fuckin` same! Want a fuckin` 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 ass 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 fuckin` 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 worked for you in the
back bedroom, full of piss and shit and fuckin` 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 fuckin` 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!
NOTE: "[This song] was right after Dylan`s song [...] "You
Gotta Serve Someone", you know - the lord, I suppose, you know.
So then he was kind of upset about that and it was a dialogue,
you know. In that sense it`s fun, I mean you can hear it was
fun. He wasn`t seriously against it. He showed his anger in
a way but also [...] his sense of humour." (Yoko Ono, 1998)
