Lyric 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 n 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 n 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 n roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There s just no place for a street fighting man
No!
No!
No!