Angry Young Man Lyrics

Angry Young Man lyrics

There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class
ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
and
he's always at home with his back to the wall.
He's proud of the scars and
the battles he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the
cross
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.

Give a moment
or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in
his hand
He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood
It's a
comfort to know his intentions are good
He sits in a room with a lock on the
door
with his maps and his medals laid out of the floor
And he likes to be
known as the angry young man.

I believe I've passed the age of
consciousness and righteous rage,
I've found that just surviving was a noble
fight
I once believed in causes too, had my pointless point of view
Life
went on no matter who was right or wrong.

And there's always a place for
the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
He's
never been able to learn from mistakes
He can't understand why his heart
always breaks
His honor is pure, and his courage as well
he's fair and
he's true, and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to his grave as an angry old
man.

There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his
working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to
crawl
and he's always at home with his back to the wall.
He's proud of
the scars and the battles he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on
the cross
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.