No End To Sorrow, Caused By The

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

If It Seems Like I've Been Lost In 'lets Remember', If It Seems I'm Gettin' Older And Missin' My Younger Days, Well You Shoulda Known Me Much Better, Cause The Past Is Something That Never Got In My Way.

If You Search For Truthfulness, You Might As Well Be Blind.

If I Need A Cause For Celebration, Or A Comfort I Can Use To Ease My Mind, I Rely On My Imagination, And I Dream Of An Imaginary Time.

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.