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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
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
And he 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 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
And life went on no matter 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
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
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
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
And he's proud of his scars
And the battles he's lost
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
And he likes to be known as 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
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
And he 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 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
And life went on no matter 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
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
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
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
And he's proud of his scars
And the battles he's lost
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
And he likes to be known as the angry young man
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This is a catchy song, but I'm not a particularly big fan of the message.
Basically, it's portraying this "angry young man" as being foolish and naive for being angry, fighting for what he thinks is right, even if it's a losing battle, and having radical points of view. Because everyone who's like that should just mellow out and accept things are fine the way they are? That's crappy.
There's a lot of people who think mainstream values suck. And they're going to fight against them, because it's who they are and it's the right thing to do. Yes, life goes on regardless of who's wrong or right, but nothing will ever change for the better if everyone is just complacent. There's legitimate reasons to feel angry. Don't go dismissing how people feel. It makes you look like an asshole, and it makes people feel like crap.
So Billy Joel, though you can sure write a catchy song and play a piano, you can still go to hell. You and your mainstream values can suck it.