The Angry Young Man)



You see the world through your cynical eyes

You're a troubled young man I can tell

You've got it all in the palm of your hand

But your hand's wet with sweat

And your head needs a rest

And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it



Why must you be such an angry young man

When your future looks quite bright to me

And how can there be such a sinister plan

That could hide such a lamb

Such a caring young man

And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it

You're killing yourself if you don't believe it

Get up, get back on your feet

You're the one they can't beat and you know it

Come on let's see what you've got

Just take your best shot and don't blow it.



Lyrics by: Tommy Shaw

Music by: Tommy Shaw