Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born
They make you feel small
By giving you no time
Instead of it all

Till the pain is
So big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero
Is something to be

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

Till you're so f**king crazy
You can't follow their rules

A working class hero
Is something to be

A working class hero
Is something to be

When they've tortured
And scared you for twenty odd years

Then they expect
You to pick a career

But you really can't
Function you're so full of fear

A working class hero
Is something to be
A working class hero
Is something to be

Keep you doped with religion
And sex and TV

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

But you're still f**king
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 us still

But first we must learn
How to smile as we kill

If we want to live like
The folks on the hill
A working class hero
Is something to be

A working class hero
Is something to be

A working class hero
Is something to be

A working class hero
Is something to be