When you are born
You are made to feel small
But it's all your fault
For not being on the ball
You can shake your fist
And say they treated you bad
You can cry like a bitch
Over the hard life you have had
You can blame the establishment
God or TV
But then a working class zero
Is all you will be
You can go to school
And decide you won't learn a lot
If you're waiting for handouts
You deserve all that you got
You can give out about things
And say it's all gotta change
But if you do nothing
Then you're well out of range
You are all full of talk
As far as I can see
And working class zeros
Is all that you'll be?
If you want to be something
Then you must help yourself
Your life isn't carved in stone
And you're not made of delph
You can lift yourself
Out of your rut
Only first of all
You must get off your butt
That's the simple truth
That you just need to see
Or a working class zero
Is all you'll ever be
If you don't want to be a zero
Then get out of your tree
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