"Working Class Hero" lyrics

As soon as you're born, they make you feel small
Giving you no time, instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big, you feel nothing at all

Working class hero is something to be
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 fucking crazy, you can't follow their rules

Working class hero is something to be
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

Working class hero is something to be
Working class hero is something to be

We keep you doped with religion and your 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

Working class hero is something to be
Working class hero is something to be

"There's a room at the top," they are telling you, still
First, you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you wanna be like the folks on the hill

Working class hero is something to be
Working class hero is something to be

If you wanna be a hero, then just follow me
If you wanna be a hero, then just follow me