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
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 f*cking
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 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
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 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 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