Y ou say you found Jesus Christ
He's the only one
You say you've found Buddha
Sittin' in the sun
Y ou say you found Mohammed
Facin' to the East
Y ou 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 se rve yourself
Ain't nobody gonna d o it for you
You got to serve yourself
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Well you ma y believe in devils and you ma y believe in lords
But if you don't go out and se rve 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!
