It makes perfect sense to call it that because it's about serving the servants.  This one time, some girl from Spin dot come asked me at a Jarvis Cocker concert what the best command a lyric has ever stressed was and I said "Serve the Servants," duh.  It's not so much about teen angst or rebellious retaliation  or even nostalgic mind meanderings as it is about giving back.   You give back to no one in particular but it's like that old wise saying about not spitting from the top during your climb up, or something to that effect. 

  Three very important J.C.'s.   

It's about being in love with today and when I say that, I try not to be a dirty liar and mean it.  I'm not sure how God figures in the existential point of existence but just in case, I write Him letters in my journal.  They're selfish but with good intentions.  For example, this one time, I asked for a nice Jewish husband who would be funny, kind and generous; I included a parenthetical note to Him where I pointed out that I never mentioned "rich" as a quality.  I thought He would find that funny. I did.  It followed this snooze machine of a diatribe about wallowing in my piss puddle of deceit and disappointment.  But then, I love crying rivers.  I even wrote this obituary about this girl who cried so much, she drowned in her own tears.  Stupid slut.