Gm F Gm As soon as youʼre born they make you feel small F Gm By giving you no time instead of it all F Gm Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm F Gm They hurt you at home and they hit you at school F Gm They hate you if youʼre clever and they despise a fool F Gm Till youʼre so fucking crazy you canʼt follow their rules Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm F Gm When theyʼve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years F Gm Then they expect you to pick a career F Gm When you canʼt really function youʼre so full of fear Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm F Gm Keep you doped with religion and sex and T.V. F Gm And you think youʼre so clever and classless and free F Gm But youʼre still fucking peasants as far as I can see Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm F Gm Thereʼs room at the top they are telling you still F Gm But first you must learn how to smile as you kill F Gm If you want to be like the folks on the hill Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm C F Gm A working class hero is something to be Gm C F Gm If you want to be a hero well just follow me Gm C F Gm If you want to be a hero well just follow me
