Working Class Hero

[MacTheWolf (imported)]

As soon as you're born they make you feel small

By giving you no time instead of it all

Till the pain is so big you feeling nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

They hate you if you're clever and despise a fool

Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years

Then they expect you to pick a career

When 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

Kept you doped with religion and sex and TV

And 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 they're telling you still

But first you must learn to smile as you kill

If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a here well then just follow me

If you want to be a hero well then just follow me

___________________John Lennon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njG7p6CSbCU

If the above song was an accurate description of the British educational system for the children of the lower class, I'm glad I grew up in America.

[fredericlei (imported)]

Remember, however, that J. Lennon was middle-class and had a good education at Quarry Bank Grammar School before attending Liverpool Art College.

[Riverwind (imported)]

I think I remember that he learned it all in a summer intern program at Berkley in the early 60's.

River

[SallyOdriscoll (imported)]

We are only what we create ...what we choose to be...

William Ernest Henley was there at the turn of the 20th Century....

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul

and Lennon; well maybe he's just a frustrated some time philosopher...perhaps you should look a little further than within the borders of the USA...try the Scandinavian countries...welfare, education and captalism mix well over there....:Australia

[fredericlei (imported)]

It’s worth noting, I think, that the above poem of resilience, Invictus, was written in his hospital bed by Henley after his diseased foot was amputated.

[Kortpeel (imported)]

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

They hate you if you're clever and despise a fool

If the above song was an accurate description of the British educational system for the children of the lower class, I'm glad I grew up in America.

Luxury! We dreamt of going to school.

[MacTheWolf (imported)]

Actually, my point in posting that song was not to say that it was Lennon's experience but, it might have been the way British schools for poorer families once operated.

[BossTamsin (imported)]

I dunno, sounds rather like the way schools in North America operate, at least if you're not one of the lucky ones able to attend university.

[Paolo]

Kortpeel, did you live in a hole in the ground?

Or was it the lake?

[A-1 (imported)]

Luxury! We dreamt of going to school.

You do pretty darned good for somebody who never went to school.

...there is an implied point here, did anybody else get it besides me?