You say you found Jesus. Christ!
Hes the only one
You say youve found Buddha
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 missing in this God Almighty stew
And its your mother
You got to serve yourself
Nobody gonna do for you
You gotta serve yourself
Nobody gonna do for you
Well you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws
But if you dont go out and serve yourself, la, aint no room service here
Its still the same old story
A bloody Holy War
I fight for love and glory
Aint gonna study war no more
I fight for God and country
Were gonna set you free
Or put you back in the Stone Age
If you wont be like me - yget it?
You got to serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do for you
Yeah you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws
But Christ, youre 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
Didnt have stuff like this, TV-fuckin dinners and all that crap
You fuckin kids all the fuckin same! Want a fuckin car now...
Lucky to have a pair of shoes!
You tell me you found Jesus. Christ!
Well thats great and hes the only one
You say you just found Buddha?
And hes sittin on his arse 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, la, youre goin out your bleedin girth
You got to serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do for you
You gotta serve yourself
(you know that, who else is gonna do it 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 maybe believe in bloody
Woolworths
But theres something missing in this whole bloody stew
And its your mother, your poor bloody mother
(she what bore you in the
Back bedroom
Full of piss and shit and fuckin midwives. God, you cant
Forget that all too quick, you know
You should have been in the bloody
War, la, and youda known all about it
Well, Ill tell you something.)
Its still the same old story
A Holy bloody War, you know, with the Pope and all that stuff
I fight for love and glory
Aint gonna study no war, more war
I fight for God and country, the Queen and all that
Were gonna set you free. yeah? all them nig-nogs? sure...
Bomb you back into the fuckin Stone Age
If you wont be like me, you know, get down on your knees and pray
Well theres somethin missing in this God Almighty stew
And its your goddamn mother you dirty little git, now
Get in there and wash yer ears!