Street Fighting Man Lyrics

Ev'rywhere I hear the sound Of marching charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here and the time is right For fighting in the street, boy
Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock n' roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man
I said hey and the time is right For a palace revolution But where I live the game To play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock n' roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man, no
I said, “Hey and my name Is called Disturbance” I'll shout and scream I'll kill the king, I'll rail all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock n' roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man, I know, no