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,
He's always at home with his back to the wall
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be knowns 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
And he sits in a room with a lock on the door,
With his maps and his medals laid out on 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 found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right

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

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

Submitted by Michael Hack