John Lennon
Serve Yourself
(1980)

D  (reste)  puis  D(f)

You say you found Jesus, christ, he's the only one
You say you found Buddha sittin' in the sun
G(b♭)
You say you found Mohammed facin' to the East
D(f)
You say you found Krishna dancin' in the streets
Well there's somethin' missin' in this God Almighty stew and it's your mother
"Your mother, don't forget your mother, lad"

             G(b♭)                              D(f)
  You got to serve yourself, ain't nobody gonna do it for you  x 2
            A7!                          Gm!
  Well you may believe in devils and you may believe in lords
                   D(f)
  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?

  Refrain  fin:

     D!
"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!"  puis  D(f)

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 kneelin' 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
  "That's right, lad, you better get that straight into your fuckin' head"
  You got to serve yourself, you know that fellers
  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
          A7!                                      Gm!
  And you may believe in Marks & Spencer's and you may believe in bloody Woolworths
                                        A7
  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 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, 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

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