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-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 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 fuckin' 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 shit and fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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!