Street Fighting Man
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boyWell what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting manNo
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solutionWell, then what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting manNo
Hey! Said my name is called disturbanceI'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servantsWell, what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting manNo