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

Working-class hero is something to be
Working-class hero is something to be

Hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and despise a fool
'Til you're so fucking crazy, you can't follow their rules

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 really can't function and you're so full of fear

A working-class hero is something to be
Working-class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
(Keep you doped with religion, sex, and TV)
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're all fucking peasants as far as I see

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
Ohh

Working-class hero is something to be
A working-class hero is something to be
Working-class hero is something to be
A working-class hero is something to be

Working-class hero is something to be
A working-class hero is something to be
Working-class hero is something to be

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