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 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 twentyodd 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