Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
I’m gonna use you and abuse you
I’m gonna know what’s inside you
And I don’t want you and I don’t need you
Don’t bother to resist or I’ll beat you
It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It’s all relative to the size of your steeple
You can’t see the forest for the trees
And you can’t smell your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It’s hard to pick which one they eat the most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It’s as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I’m just dirt
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we’re dead
They’ll know just who we are
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I’m forever dirt
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we’re dead
They’ll know just who we are
Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day
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 feel nothing at all
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 they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
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
Keep 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
There’s room at the top they’re 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
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
Now I’m too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with
A snow white smile
But you’ll never be as perfect whatever you do
What’s my name, what’s my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What’s my name, what’s my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
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