As soon as you're born they make you feel small

By giving you no time instead of it all

'Til 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 if you're clever and despise a fool

'Til you're so **** 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

When 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



Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV

And you think you're so clever and classless and free

But you're still **** 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're telling you still

But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

If you want to be like all 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

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be



If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me

If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me