Lyrics:

There''s A Place In The World For The Angry Young Man**lf**with His Working Class Ties And His Radical Plans**lf**he Refuses To Bend, He Refuses To Crawl,**lf**and He''s Always At Home With His Back To The Wall.**lf**and He''s Proud Of His Scars And The Battles He''s Lost,**lf**and He Struggles And Bleeds As He Hangs On His Cross**lf**and He Likes To Be Known As The Angry Young Man.**lf****lf**give A Moment Or Two To The Angry Young Man,**lf**with His Foot In His Mouth And His Heart In His Hand.**lf**he''s Been Stabbed In The Back, He''s Been Misunderstood,**lf**it''s A Comfort To Know His Intentions Are Good.**lf**and He Sits In A Room With A Lock On The Door,**lf**with His Maps And His Medals Laid Out On The Floor**lf**and He Likes To Be Known As The Angry Young Man.**lf****lf**i Believe I''ve Passed The Age**lf**of Consciousness And Righteous Rage**lf**i Found That Just Surviving Was A Noble Fight.**lf**i Once Believed In Causes Too,**lf**i Had My Pointless Point Of View,**lf**and Life Went On No Matter Who Was Wrong Or Right.**lf****lf**and There''s Always A Place For The Angry Young Man,**lf**with His Fist In The Air And His Head In The Sand.**lf**and He''s Never Been Able To Learn From Mistakes,**lf**so He Can''t Understand Why His Heart Always Breaks.**lf**but His Honor Is Pure And His Courage As Well,**lf**and He''s Fair And He''s True And He''s Boring As Hell**lf**and He''ll Go To The Grave As An Angry Old Man.**lf****lf**yes, There''s A Place In The World For The Angry Young Man**lf**with His Working Class Ties And His Radical Plans**lf**he Refuses To Bend, He Refuses To Crawl,**lf**and He''s Always At Home With His Back To The Wall.**lf**and He''s Proud Of His Scars And The Battles He''s Lost,**lf**and He Struggles And Bleeds As He Hangs On His Cross**lf**and He Likes To Be Known As The Angry Young Man.