Lennon John - Serve Yourself текст песни

Serve yourself (anthology version) - john lennon - home recording (1980)

Intro:

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 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

Aint nobody gonna do it for you

You got to serve yourself

Aint 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

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 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 are 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

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 youre

Being heard)

You got to serve yourself

Aint nobody gonna do for you

You got to serve yourself

Aint nobody gonna do for you (thats 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

Aint me 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 believe in bloody

Woolworths

But theres something missing 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 something.)

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

A fight for God and country, and the queen and all that

Were gonna set you free

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!

Note: "[this song] was right after dylans song [...] "you

Gotta serve someone", you know - the lord, I suppose, you know.

So then he was kind of upset about that and it was a dialogue,

You know. in that sense its fun, I mean you can hear it was

Fun. he wasnt seriously against it. he showed his anger in

A way but also [...] his sense of humour." (yoko ono, 1998)