Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man Lyrics
Evrywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boycause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boyBut what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock n roll bandcause in sleepy london townTheres just no place for a street fighting manNoHey! think the time is right for a palace revolutionBut where I live the game to play is compromise solutionWell, then what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock n roll bandcause in sleepy london townTheres no place for a street fighting manNoHey! said my name is called disturbanceIll shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servantsWell, what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock n roll bandcause in sleepy london townTheres no place for a street fighting manNo