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 struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And 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 his 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 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 is 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 struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And likes to be known as the angry young man