Flowers In The Dirt

As soon as youre born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if youre clever and they despise a fool
Till youre so fucking crazy you cant follow their rules


When theyve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you cant really function youre so full of fear


Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think youre so clever and classless and free
But youre still fucking peasants as far as I can see

Theres room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill


// working class hero, John Lennon