Street Fighting Man

Lyrics

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me. what can a poor boy do 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band? 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Do you think the, time is right for a palace revolution Where I live, the game to play is compromise solution Well, then what can a poor boy 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band? 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Well, what else can a poor boy do? Well, what else can a poor boy do? Well, what else can a poor boy do? Well, what else can a poor boy do? Hey, my name is, called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants Well, what can a poor boy do For sing for a rock 'n' roll band? In this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man