[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