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 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
When you can't really
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
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 folks 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
If you want to be a
hero, well, just follow me
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