You say, you found Jesus Christ
He`s the only one
You say, you`ve 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 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 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 Lords
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 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-f**kin` dinners and all that crap
You f**kin` kids are all the f**kin` same!
Want a f**kin` 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 f**kin` 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 what bore you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and s**t 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 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 f**kin` 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!