Written in Anger Lyrics

Hammersmith underpass 7pm Amongst all the drunkards and legions of men A troubadour playing a song for the boys Busking a chorus, he silenced the noise A melody everyone heard That somehow left people disturbed Crossing through town as the riots began The young man retires to an old Bedford van His mattress is laid like a courtesan’s bed The angst that he feels running wild in his head His voice and his heart could be heard Like a fire to ravage the world In the song I had written with anger And words I had spoken them true But their meaning it barely resembles The feelings or my point of view The fire in the furnace is sucked to its height As the young man became a success overnight Filling out stadiums, grand concert halls Whilst strangely around him was torture and war Blissfully so unaware That the source of destruction was there In the song I had written with anger And words I had spoken them true But their meaning it barely resembles The feelings or my point of view So look to yourself to find your own way If bitterness climbs inside, it forms tidal waves Let the last of your lines falter before they’re defined Let the last of your words be kind Trying to bring the old man back to life His body is weak and no longer survives The source of his anger replaced now with calm Some might believe he can do us no harm But trauma will always be heard As his message devours the world In the song I had written with anger And words I had spoken them true But their meaning it barely resembles The feelings or my point of view So look to yourself to find your own way If bitterness climbs inside, it forms tidal waves Let the last of your lines falter before they’re defined Let the last of your words be kind Let the last of your words be kind