- John Lennon Serve Yourself 歌詞
- John Lennon
- You say you found Jesus (
Christ.
)
Hes the only one
You say you 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, theres somethin missing in this God Almighty stew
And its your mother (
Your mother, dont forget your mother, lad .
)
You got to serve yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you
You got to serve yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you
Well, you may believe in devils
And you may believe in lords
(
But if you dont go out and serve yourself, lad. Aint no room service here. Think of your poor old mom in the kitchen for Christssake.
)
Its still the same old story
A bloody Holy War
A fight for love and glory
Aint gonna study war no more
A fight for God and country
Were gonna set you free
Well put you back in the Stone Age
If you wont be like me (
Get it?
)
You got to serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do for you
Well, you may believe in devils
And you may believe in lords
(
But Christ, youre gonna have to serve yourself , and thats all there is to it. So get right back here, and its in the bloody fridge. God, when I was a kid! Didnt have stuff like this, TV ****** dinners and all that crap. You ****** kids all the ****** same! Want a ****** 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 ass in the sun
You say you found Mohammed
Kneelin on a bloody carpet facin East
You say you found Krishna
With a bald head dancin in the street
(
Well, Christ, now youre going out, youre being heard.
)
You got to serve yourself
Aint nobody gonna do for you
(
Thats right, lad, you better get that straight through your ****** head.
)
You got to serve yourself
(
You know that better, who the hell 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 Spencer
And you may believe in bloody Woolworths
But theres something missing in this whole bloody stew
And its your mother
Your poor bloody mother
(
She what born you in the back bedroom, full of piss and **** and ****** midwives. God , you cant forget that all too quick, you know. You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would have known all about it. Well, Ill tell you something.
)
Its still the same old story
A Holy bloody War (
You know, the Pope and all that stuff.
)
A fight for love and glory
Aint gonna study no war more war
A fight for God and country (
The Queen and all that.
)
Were gonna set you free (
Yeah, well, sure.
)
Wellbomb you back into the ****** Stone Age
If you wont do like me (
You know, get 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!
)
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