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 class hero is something to be
A working class 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 fucking crazy you can´t follow the rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class 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 class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion, sex and TV
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
A working class 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 kill
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class 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