Billy Joel - Prelude / Angry Young Man lyrics
[Billy Joel - Prelude / 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
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 sit's 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
Oh, 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
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
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 sit's 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
Oh, 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
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