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 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 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 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 known as the angry young man