[Originally by John Lennon]
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time, instead of at 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 hit you at home and they hurt 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 the rules
A working cla** hero is something to be
A working cla** hero is something to be
They've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
Till 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, s** and TV
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
I am telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile while you k**
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill
A working cla** hero is something to be
A working cla** hero is something to be
Well, if you want to be a hero then just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me