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 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 if you're clever and despise a fool
'Til 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're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as 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
A working cla** hero is something to be
A working cla** hero is something to be
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