The Working Class Hero

He Was Destined To Labour The Day He Was Born;

The Clothes He Wore Were All Worn, All Torn...

He Ran Along The Fields, Carried On His Shoulder Sacks;

His Childhood Bypasses, The Worldly Ways R All He Lacks...

He Grows Up N Now Becomes A Labourer, A Ranchero...

He's The Villian Of The Society, The Working Class Hero !!

They Tortured Him At School, They Tortured Him At Home;

Now, He's Tortured At Work, Seeking Loneliness He Roams...

The Pain Is So Big That He Feels Nothing At All;

He's Habituated To It, To Be Treated Someone Small...

He Works Day N Night, His Sweat Cannot Prove He's Not A Zero...

He's The Villian Of The Society, The Working Class Hero !!

He Drools His Body, None See His Blood, His Tear;

So Much Has He Heard And Seen, That He Has Lost All Fear...

His Life Dies Working, Has No Shoulder To Cry, Nothing To Share;

God's Will Comes In, N All Alone In Silence, He Lays There...

Mind You Gentlemen! He Was Not An Object, He Was A Caballero;

He Was Not The Villian, He Was The Working Class Hero !!!

WOrKiNG  CLasS  hER0  Is  S0mEThInG  tO BE !! YEAH!!!

(Theme N Idea Courtesy-- GREEN DAY --- The Working Class Hero !!!)