As soon as you're 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 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're 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