As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain gets so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
And they hurt you at home and they hit you at school
And they hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Well they tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
And then they expect you to pick a career
Well 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
I keep you doped with religion, sex, and T.V.
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I see
And a working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Yeah there's room at the top, they're telling you still
First you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like those 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 just follow me
If you want to be a hero just follow me