Song | Serve Yourself (Home Recording 1980) |
Artist | John Lennon |
Album | John Lennon Anthology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John Lennon | |
作词 : John Lennon | |
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. | |
Ha-ha-ha |
zuo qu : John Lennon | |
zuo ci : John Lennon | |
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. | |
Hahaha |
zuò qǔ : John Lennon | |
zuò cí : John Lennon | |
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. | |
Hahaha |