Author/Performer: Billy Joel
There's a place in the world
for the an-gry young man
With his work-ing class ties
and his rad-i-cal plans
He re-fuses to bend, he re-fus-es to crawl
And he's al-ways at home
with his back to the wall.
And He's proud of the scars and
the bat-tles he's lost
and He strug-gles and bleeds
as he hangs on his cross
And he likes to be known
as the an-gry young man.
I be-lieve I've passed the age of
Con-scious-ness and right-eous rage,
I found that just sur-viv-ing
was a no-ble fight
I once be-lieved in cau-ses too,
had my point-less point of view and
Life went on no mat-ter 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.
And he likes to be known
as the an-gry young man.
