As soon as your 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:/
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___ing crazy
you can’t follow their rules
/: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:/
Keep you doped with religion
and s__ and TV,
And you think you’re so clever
and classless and free,
But you’re still f___ing peasents
as far as I can see
/:A working class hero is something to be:/
(Solo)
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
all the folks on the hill
/A working class hero is something to be/3x
/:If you want to be hero well just follow me:/
