Written (Original) by: John Lennon
Arr. The Academy Is
As soon as you`re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time, instead of at 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 hit you at home and they hurt you at school
They hate you if you`re clever and they despise a fool
Till you`re so fucking crazy you can`t follow the rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They`ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
Till you can`t really function,
You`re 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, sex and TV
You think you`re so clever, and classless and free
But you`re 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
There`s room at the top
I am telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile while you kill
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Well, if you want to be a hero then just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me