The Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man текст песни

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, oh boy
Cause summer's here, and the time is right for fighting in the street, oh boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except 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, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
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
Except to sing for a rock n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No