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 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, woah

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

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, woah

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 the cross

And he likes to be known
As the angry young man

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