Lyric Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
Cept for sing for a rock n roll band
Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There s just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
Cept for sing for a rock n roll band
Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There s just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?

Hey 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
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy L.A. town
There s just no place for
For a street fighting man

A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man