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 fell 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 your clever and they despise the fool 'Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
When they tortured and scared you for 20 on 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 it dope with religion and sex and t.v. And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasant's as far as i can see
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 when you kill If you wanna be like the folks on the hill