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 classic and free 
But you‘re still f***ing 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 as you kill 
If you wanna be like the folks on the hill 

A working class hero is something to be 

If you want to be a hero well just follow me