Street Fighting Man
Fuckin' album, fuckin' country, fuckin' weather
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock '' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man, no
Hey, think the time is right
For a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play
Is compromise solution
Well, what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock '' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No, no, no
Hey, said 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
'Cept to sing in a rock '' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No, no, no