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 cla*s hero is something to be A working cla*s 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 cla*s hero is something to be A working cla*s 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 cla*s hero is something to be A working cla*s hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and s*x and TV And you think you're so clever and cla*sless and free But you're still peasants as far as I can see A working cla*s hero is something to be A working cla*s 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 cla*s hero is something to be A working cla*s 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