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