מילים לשיר Serve Yourself – Yoko Ono

You say you found jesus christ Hes the only one You say you found buddah 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 missin in this God almighty stew And its your mother, Your mother, dont forget your mother, lad. You gotta serve yourself Nobody gonna do it for you You gotta serve yourself Nobody gonna do it for you Well, you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws But if you dont go out and serve yourself, lad (aint no room service here.? .) 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 gotta serve yourself Aint nobody gonna do it for you You gotta serve yourself Aint nobody gonna do it for you Yeah, you may believe in devils and you may believe and laws But christ, you 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, we didnt have stuff like this, t.v. fuckin dinners and all that crap! You fuckin kids, all fuckin the same, want a fuckin car now? Lucky to have a pair of shoes? You tell me youve found jesus christ, Thats great and hes the only one You say youve just found buddah And hes sittin on his arse in the sun, You say you found mohammed Kneelin on a bloody carpet, facin east You say you found krishna With his bald head, dancin in the street Well, christ now and youre bein heard. You gotta serve yourself Aint nobody gonna do it for you, thats right lad You better get that straight into your fuckin head! You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do that 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 may even believe in bloody woolworths But theres something missin in this whole bloody stew And its your mother, your poor bloody mother She worked for you in the back bedroom Full of piss and shit and fuckin midwives God, you cant forget that awful moment, you know You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all about it Well, Ill tell you somethin, Its still the same old story A holy bloody war You know with the pope and all that stuff A fight for love and glory Aint gonna study no more war I fight for God and country and the queen and all that Were gonna set you free, yeah, Bomb ya back into the fuckin stone age if you wont be like me You know, now get down on your knees and pray Well, theres something missin in this God almighty stew And its your God damn mother, you dirty little git Now get in there and was your ears. Ha-ha-ha.