The Angry Young Man

He's an angry young man,

his name ain't important.

What is important

is he's angry as hell.

He's an angry young man,

but what are the causes?

There are many things to consider,

some of which I'll tell.

He's an angry young man

who's addicted to porn.

He can't get an erection,

Now he's weary and forlorn.

He's an angry young man.

He plays Call of Duty.

It's fun to shoot people

on a computer screen.

He's an angry young man,

he'll be joining the army.

It takes valour to kill

on the battlefield.

He's an angry young man

looking at a tsunami.

Some of the friends he makes

will be shot and killed.

He's an angry young man

and first girlfriend, Sarah,

told him that he

had to get a grip.

But he weren't being told

by any bloody woman.

What do they know?

He gave her the slip.

He don't dream of babies,

he just dreams of bombs.

Percussion beats of bullets,

fragments of IED songs.

He once dreamed of fireworks,

bright in the sky.

Big, brazen, beautiful,

like the 4th of July.

The fireworks now

are ugly and red.

And everyone watching

ain't gasping - they're dead.

He's an angry young man

he don't like what's expected

of him - too much, unfair,

feelings, talking, loads.

He's an angry young man,

and he's always running

head-first into danger.

That is his code.

All he wants is to be manly,

He just wants to be a man.

But all he ever is is angry.

And he'll be dead before he understands.

All, say a prayer for

the angry young man.

All, give a hug to

his mum and his dad.

As they exit the church

and the funeral song,

they're all so broken and lost,

they don't know where it went wrong.

But the angry young man

is still out there,

still fighting the ghosts

in his head.

A sad little boy

who became

an angry young man.

The thousand sore tears that he shed.