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 class hero
Is something to be
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**king crazy
You can't follow their rules
A working class hero
Is something to be
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
But you really can't
Function you're so full of fear
A working class hero
Is something to be
A working class hero
Is something to be
Keep you doped with religion
And s*x and TV
And you think you're
So clever and classless and free
But you're still f**king
Peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero
Is something to be
A working class hero
Is something to be
There's room at the top
They are telling us still
But first we must learn
How to smile as we kill
If we want to live like
The folks on the hill
A working class hero
Is something to be
A working class hero
Is something to be
A working class hero
Is something to be
A working class hero
Is something to be
