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        You say you found jesus christ
    He's the only one
    You say you found buddah
    Sittin' in the sun,
    You say you found mohammed
    Facin' to the east
    You say you found krishna
    Dancin' in the street.
    Well, there's somethin' missin' 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
    Nobody 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....?......)
    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 nobody gonna do it for you
    Yeah, you may believe in devils and you may believe and 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, 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 one
    You say you've just found buddah
    And he's sittin' on his arse in the sun,
    You say you found mohammed
    Kneelin' on a bloody carpet, facin' east
    You say you found krishna
    With his bald head, dancin' in the street
    Well, christ now and you're bein' heard.
    You gotta serve yourself
    Ain't nobody gonna do it for you, that's right lad
    You better get that straight into your fuckin' 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 even believe in bloody woolworths
    But there's something missin' 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 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 somethin',
    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
    I fight for god and country and the queen and all that
    We're gonna set you free, yeah,
    Bomb ya back into the fuckin' stone age if you won't be like me
    You know, now get down on your knees and pray
    Well, there's something missin' in this god almighty stew
    And it's your god damn mother, you dirty little git
    Now get in there and was your ears.

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