.... and you think you're so clever, and classless, and free,

but you're still fuckin' peasants as far as I can see...

Χρονια πολλα John...70 και μια μερα...κ τιποτα δεν εχει αλλαξει απο τοτε

που τα ελεγες...

 As soon as youʼre 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 class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if youʼre clever and they despise a fool
Till youʼre so fucking crazy you canʼt follow their rules

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

When theyʼve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you canʼt really function youʼre 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 and sex and tv
And you think youʼre so clever and classless and free
But youʼre 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

Thereʼs room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class 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