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 feel 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 you're clever, and they despise a fool  
Till you're so fucking crazy, you can't follow their rules  

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  

Keep you doped with religion and 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  

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 want to be like the folks on the hill  

A working class hero is something to be