Testo Serve Yourself

You say you found Jesus Christhe‘s the only oneyou say you found Buddahsittin‘ in the sun,you say you found Mohammedfacin‘ to the eastyou say you found Krishnadancin‘ in the street.Well, there‘s somethin‘ missin‘ in this god almighty stewand it‘s your mother,your mother, don‘t forget your mother, lad.You gotta serve yourselfnobody gonna do it for youyou gotta serve yourselfnobody gonna do it for youwell, you may believe in devils and you may believe in lawsbut if you don‘t go out and serve yourself, lad (ain‘t no room service here...?)It‘s still the same old storya bloody holy wara fight for love and gloryain‘t gonna study war no morea fight for god and countrywe‘re gonna set you freewe‘ll put you back in the stone ageif you won‘t be like me.Get it?You gotta serve yourselfain‘t nobody gonna do it for youyou gotta serve yourselfain‘t nobody gonna do it for youyeah, you may believe in devils and you may believe and lawsbut 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, 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 you‘ve found Jesus Christ,that‘s great and he‘s the only oneyou say you‘ve just found Buddahand he‘s sittin‘ on his arse in the sun,you say you found Mohammedkneelin‘ on a bloody carpet, facin‘ eastyou say you found Krishnawith his bald head, dancin‘ in the streetwell, Christ now and you‘re bein‘ heard.You gotta serve yourselfain‘t nobody gonna do it for you, that‘s right ladyou better get that straight into your fuckin‘ head!You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do that for youit ain‘t me, kid, I tell you that.Well you may believe in Jesusand you may believe in Marxand you may believe in Marks and Spencersand you may even believe in bloody woolworthsbut there‘s something missin‘ in this whole bloody stewand it‘s your mother, your poor bloody mothershe worked for you in the back bedroomfull of piss and shit and fuckin‘ midwivesgod, you can‘t forget that awful moment, you knowyou should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all about itwell, I‘ll tell you somethin‘,It‘s still the same old storya holy bloody waryou know with the pope and all that stuffa fight for love and gloryain‘tg onna study no more warI fight for god and country and the queen and all thatwe‘re gonna set you free, yeah,bomb ya back into the fuckin‘ stone age if you won‘t be like meyou know, now get down on your knees and praywell, there‘s something missin‘ in this god almighty stewand it‘s your god damn mother, you dirty little gitnow get in there and was your ears.Ha-ha-ha