Working class hero? No such thing.
Put on your Martens. You still can't sing.
No organised class, it's out of control.
Your mates are so young, you feel so old.

No new religion follow yourself.
Plastic fashions lined up on a shelf.
The shop has closed down it's a supermarket pose.
Wander back home and change all your clothes.

No price tag on the cost of shit.
Shit is free they got plenty of it.
Conveyor belt message to the ignorant youth.
This is free shit it's better than truth.

Don't quote German freaks at me.
It's all crap that's my philosophy.
Shit class structure fuck TV.
Looks like I gotta die if I wanna be free.

Pessimist! Nihilist! Optomist! You don't exist.
It's all in your dreams.
Can't you hear the screams?