Prelude/Angry Young Man - Live at Shea Stadium, Queens, NY - July 2008

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
He's proud of the scars and the battles he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
He likes to be known as the angry young man
Yai-yo, yai-y-yo

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
He sits in a room with a lock on the door
With his maps and his medals laid out of the floor
He likes to be known as the angry young man

I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I've found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too, I had my pointless point of view
Life went on no matter who was wrong or right
Oh

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
He's honor is pure and has courage as well
He's fair and he's true, and he's boring as hell
He'll go to his grave as an angry old man

Oh
Yes, there's always a place for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
Refuses to bend, refuses to crawl
He's always at home with his back to the wall
He's proud of the scars and the battles he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And he likes to be known as the angry young man
Yai-yo, yai-y-yo