Текст песни Yoko Ono - Serve Yourself
Yoko Ono - Serve Yourself слова песни
You say you found jesus christHes 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, theres somethin missin in this God almighty stewAnd its your mother,Your mother, dont 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 dont go out and serve yourself, lad (aint no room service here....? ......)Its still the same old storyA bloody holy warA fight for love and gloryAint gonna study war no moreA fight for God and countryWere gonna set you freeWell put you back in the stone ageIf you wont be like me.Get it? You gotta serve yourselfAint nobody gonna do it for youYou gotta serve yourselfAint 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 thats all there is to itSo 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 oneYou say youve just found buddahAnd hes 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 youre bein heard.You gotta serve yourselfAint nobody gonna do it for you, thats 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 aint 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 theres something missin in this whole bloody stewAnd its your mother, your poor bloody motherShe worked for you in the back bedroomFull of piss and shit and fuckin midwivesGod, you cant forget that awful moment, you knowYou should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all about itWell, Ill tell you somethin,Its still the same old storyA holy bloody warYou know with the pope and all that stuffA fight for love and gloryAint gonna study no more warI fight for God and country and the queen and all thatWere gonna set you free, yeah,Bomb ya back into the fuckin stone age if you wont be like meYou know, now get down on your knees and prayWell, theres something missin in this God almighty stewAnd its your God damn mother, you dirty little gitNow get in there and was your ears.Ha-ha-ha