Ode to the Blue Collar Artist

Not much time for blogging today, so i thought i would keep with the Beatles theme for a moment and recall the words of John Lennon, who, if blogging existed in the 70s, probably would have never picked up his guitar again. So, guest blogging from beyond the grave... i turn it over to John...

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

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

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

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and class less and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

There's 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

A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me