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You say you found Jesus Christ He's the only one You say you've found Buddha Sittin' in the sun You say you've found Mohammad Facin' to the East You say you've found Kristna 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 other, 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 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 got to serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do for you You gotta serve yourself Ain't nobody gonna do it for you Well you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws 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-fucking dinners and all that crap You fucking kids are all the fucking same! Want a fucking 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 Mohammad Kneeling on a bloody carpet facin' the East You say you found Kristna With a bald head dancin' in the streets Well Christ now yer being heard
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 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 Woolworth's But there's something missing in this whole bloody stew And it's your mother, your poor bloody mother She that bore 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: In 1998, Yoko said that this song "was right after Dylan's song "You've Gotta Serve Someone," you know .... the lord, I suppose, you know. So then (John) 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 humor.")
Happy Mother's Day!!!
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