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Working Class Postdoc

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
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
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
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
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
A working class hero is something to be

cf. [here’s a link that works] the postdoc who never said Yes (see here for background).

7 Comments

  1. Anonymous says:

    “The Fool On The Hill”

    Day after day, alone on the hill
    The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
    But nobody wants to know him
    They can see that he’s just a fool
    And he never gives an answer

    But the fool on the hill
    Sees the sun going down
    And the eyes in his head
    See the world spinning around

    Well on the way, head in a cloud
    The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
    But nobody ever hears him
    Or the sound he appears to make
    And he never seems to notice

    But the fool on the hill
    Sees the sun going down
    And the eyes in his head
    See the world spinning around

    And nobody seems to like him
    They can tell what he wants to do
    And he never shows his feelings

    But the fool on the hill
    Sees the sun going down
    And the eyes in his head
    See the world spinning around

    He never listens to them
    He knows that they’re the fools
    They don’t like him

    The fool on the hill
    Sees the sun going down
    And the eyes in his head
    See the world spinning around

    (cf. Meehl, 1967, 1973, 1990)

    • Z says:

      I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
      And stops my mind from wandering
      Where it will go

      I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door
      And kept my mind from wandering
      Where it will go

      And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right
      Where I belong I’m right
      Where I belong.

      See the people standing there who disagree and never win
      And wonder why they don’t get in my door
      I’m painting my room in the colourful way
      And when my mind is wandering
      There I will go

      And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right
      Where I belong I’m right
      Where I belong.

      Silly people run around they worry me
      And never ask me why they don’t get past my door
      I’m taking the time for a number of things
      That weren’t important yesterday
      And I still go

      I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
      And stops my mind from wandering
      Where it will go

  2. Andrew says:

    I sense a mixtape coming . . .

  3. Anonymouse says:

    I just noticed that Brian Wansink is featured as an expert on eating behavior in an episode of Penn & Teller’s “Bullshit” (S8E02 – Fast Food). In hindsight, the name of the show is a little bit ironic – not the kind of plot twist you’d expect.

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