As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small
Giving you no time, instead of it all
‘Til the pain is so big, you feel nothing at all
Working class hero is something to be
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
‘Til you’re so fucking crazy, you can’t follow their rules
Working class hero is something to be
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
Working class hero is something to be
Working class hero is something to be
We keep you doped with religion and your sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants, as far as I can see
Working class hero is something to be
Working class hero is something to be
“There’s a room at the top,” they are telling you, still
First, you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you wanna be like the folks on the hill
Working class hero is something to be
Working class hero is something to be
If you wanna be a hero, then just follow me
If you wanna be a hero, then just follow me