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 >doink!<
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
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Sing it Mud, &, sing it loud, often & a lot.
Your "custom made" *fight* song!
I mean if ever there were one, this would have to be it.
~sigh~
& just imagine.
...it didn't eeeevennnn need to be Freeped. :^)