Paroles de 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