Prelude / Angry Young 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

And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost

And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his 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

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 always understand why his heart always breaks

And 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

Yes, 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

And 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 his cross

And he likes to be known as the angry young man