Street Fighting Man

Well, everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy But what can a poor boy do? Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man, no Hey, think the time is right for a [incomprehensible] revolution 'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution But what can a poor boy do? Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man, no A street fighting man Hey, said my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants So what can a poor boy do? Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy Hollywood There's just no place 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