Serve Yourself(Home Recording)

歌詞

You say you found jesus christ He's 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, there's somethin' missin' in this God almighty stew And it's your mother, Your mother, don't 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 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 gotta serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do it for you You gotta serve yourself Ain't 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 that's all there is to it So get right back here, it's in the bloody fridge! God, when I was a kid, we didn't have stuff like this, t.v. f**kin' dinners and all that crap! You f**kin' kids, all f**kin' the same, want a f**kin' car now? Lucky to have a pair of shoes? You tell me you've found jesus christ, That's great and he's the only one You say you've just found buddah And he's 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 you're bein' heard. You gotta serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do it for you, that's right lad You better get that straight into your f**kin' head! You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do that for you It ain't 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 there's something missin' 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 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 somethin', 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 I fight for God and country and the queen and all that We're gonna set you free, yeah, Bomb ya back into the f**kin' stone age if you won't be like me You know, now get down on your knees and pray Well, there's something missin' in this God almighty stew And it's your God damn mother, you dirty little git Now get in there and was your ears. Ha-ha-ha