Dressed in black he marches down the wide and crowded street
A length of pole, a knife, a bomb, his needs these items meet
“THEY speak, THEY vote, THEY lie,” he says and steels ragged nerves
He strikes and cries, exultant, dealing out “what THEY deserve”
Oh ANGRY MAN, you BLINDED MAN, frustration running o're
Like upset child, oh impotent beast, impatient to the core
Is this your only recourse? Is this your last resort?
This cause that fills with passion and makes your face with rage contort?
Do you believe so strongly or is this excuse your pass?
If time and place were different would you still be breaking glass?
Oh ANGRY MAN, you BLINDED MAN, frustration running o're
Like upset child, oh impotent beast, impatient to the core
Dressed in black he marches on, destruction in his wake
Is he the one to bring us change, the dawning day to make?
Though new life grows after a fire I can;t help but to wonder
What new life comes of such a blaze that leads one on to plunder?
Oh ANGRY MAN, you BLINDED MAN, frustration running o're
Like upset child, oh impotent beast, impatient to the core
There is a time for violence, a time to fight and shout
But is it now? You seem so sure, but I myself must doubt
Life is hard and jobs are scarce and who is there to blame?
“The rich and powerful” you say and judge them all the same
Oh ANGRY MAN, you BLINDED MAN, frustration running o're
Like upset child, oh impotent beast, impatient to the core
Dressed in black he marches by, he'll never slake his hate
A beast, a monster rearing up where e're he smells the bate
If only he could be a man, with honor in his eyes
Why, instead, he chose this path, untrodden by the wise
Oh ANGRY MAN, you BLINDED MAN, frustration running o're
Like upset child, oh impotent beast, impatient to the core
Dressed in black he marches still, his little war to wage
Go and thrash, be on your way, and forge your lock and cage
Decry your lack of freedom in the land that grants your call
Swear and curse, attack, abuse. Beat your face into the wall
Oh ANGRY MAN, you BLINDED MAN, frustration running o're
Like upset child, oh impotent beast, impatient to the core
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