As soon as your 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 cla** hero is something to be,
A working cla** 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 f**ing crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working cla** hero is something to be,
A working cla** 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 cla** hero is something to be,
A working cla** hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and s** and TV,
And you think you're so clever and cla**less and free,
But you're still f**ing peasants as far as I can see,
A working cla** hero is something to be,
A working cla** 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 k**,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working cla** hero is something to be.
A working cla** 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.