Lyrics

Serve Yourself (Anthology demo version)

  • Composer
    John Lennon
  • Lead Vocalists
    John Lennon

You say you found Jesus Christ
He's the only one
You say you found Buddah
Sitting in the sun
You say you found Mohammed
Facing to the east
You say you found Krishna
Dancing in the street

Well there's something missing in this God Almighty stew
And it's your mother, your mother, don't forget your mother, lad

You gotta serve yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta serve yourself
Nobdoy 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
Thinking of the poor old man with kids, for Christ's sake

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 gotta serve yourself
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta serve yourself
Ain't nobdoy gonna do it for you
Yeah you may believe in devils
And you may believe in laws
But Christ, you 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
We didn't have stuff like this
TV fucking dinners and all that crap
You fucking kids
All fucking the same
Want a fucking car now?
Lucky to have a pair of shoes!

You tell me you've found Jesus Christ
That's great and he's the only one
You say you've just found Buddah
And he's sitting on his arse in the sun
You say you found Mohammed
Kneeling on a bloody carpet, facing east
You say you found Krishna
With his bald head dancing in the street
Well Christ now and you're being heard

You gotta serve yourself
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you, that's right, lad
You better get that straight into your fucking head
You gotta serve yourself
You know that, who else is gotta do that for you
It ain't 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 believe in bloody Woolworths
But there's something missing in this whole bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor bloody mother
She worked for you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and shit and fucking 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 war no more more more
I fight for God and country and the Queen and all that
We're gonna set you free, yeah, sure
Bomb you back into the fucking stone age
If you won't be like me, you know, now get down on your knees and pray
Well there's something missing in this God Almighty stew
And it's your God damn mother, you dirty little git
Now get in there and wash your ears

[Ha ha ha!]

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