Prelude / Angry Young Man - Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - June 1977

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 his 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
 Oh-oh-oh-oh, woh uh ooh-oh-oh
 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 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
 Life went on no matter who was wrong or right
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 Oh-oh-oh 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
 But 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 the grave as an angry old man
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 Yes, 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 his 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
 Oh-oh-oh-oh, woh uh ooh-oh-oh