Angry Young Man - Billy Joel

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