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As soon as you're 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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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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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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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 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 folks 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
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If you want to be a hero well just follow me