Billy Joel - Angry Young Man lyrics
[Billy Joel - Angry Young Man lyrics]
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 sit's 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 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
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
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 sit's 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 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
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