Street Fighting Man

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Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy

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
Except playing for a rock and roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There ain't no place for a street fighting man

Hey! Think the time is right for a fighting revolution
From where I live the game's to play compromise solution

Tell me what can a poor boy do
Except playing for a rock and roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There ain't no place for a street fighting man

I cannot make out what he says here
I'll scream and shout
I'll kill off the king
I'll rail at all his servants

Tell me what can a poor boy do
Except playing for a rock and roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There ain't no place for a street fighting man