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My workingclass hero Listen, my sisters and brothers. Lesson 1 in class analysis.
Election Day eve. I'm so excited!!! There is no left. There is no right. Only specials interests and lobbyists. Hot button issues get the rubes all fired up to get on down to the polls. Are you passionate about your grandma being able to smoke a doob because of her glaucoma? Afraid "THEY" are after your guns? Want to be able to abort a mistake? All perfectly legitimate issues to be concerned with but none of them are going to make a difference in the direction that this country ends up going in. Big money tries to polarize us on issues that keep us diverted from the fact that the big banks and the Fed are robbing us blind. We are all wage slaves and most of us are happy to be so because we don't know any better. To borrow a line from Lennon- "Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV." I'm sure that there are some decent politicians out there that really want to make a difference, but inevitably they will be be marginalized or compromised by the institutions that can't afford real fundamental change because it upsets the status quo and their bottom line. So what's the answer? The scary thing is that I don't know. What i do know is that we can all benefit from a little more empathy, sympathy and tolerance. This the the epoch of me,me, me. I'm guilty of it too. So, instead of voting tomorrow I say we try to find something to do to help out somebody in a real tangible way.
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