Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small

By giving you no time instead of it all

'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool

'Til you're so fucking crazy, you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years

Then they expect you to pick a career

When you can't really function, you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and your sex and tv

And you think you're so clever and you're classless and free

But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still

But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

If you want to be like the fool on the hill

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well just follow me