Bm A Bm As soon as you're born they make you feel small A Bm By giving you no time instead of it all A Bm Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A Bm They hurt you at home and they hit you at school A Bm They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool A Bm Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A Bm When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years A Bm Then they expect you to pick a career A Bm When you can't really function you're so full of fear Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A Bm Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV A Bm And you think you're so clever and classless and free A Bm But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A Bm There's room at the top they are telling you still A Bm But first you must learn how to smile as you kill A Bm If you want to be like the folks on the hill Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A E Bm A working class hero is something to be Bm A Bm If you want to be a hero well just follow me Bm A Bm If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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