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,

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 knowns 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 &ist 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.

Billy Joel is an amazing artist. Just a taste of his work, for those of you so deprived that you don't know this legendary song, just one link in his never-ending chain of incredible songs. My posts will be more meaningful after this, I just had to give you an infusion of great american song writing.