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Post N° 303


"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, boyTell me what can a poor boy do'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in this sleepy L.A. townThere's just no place for a street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manDo you think the time is right for a palace revolutionWhere I live the game to play is compromise solutionWell then what can a poor boy 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in this sleepy L.A. townThere's just no place for a street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manWell 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 disturbanceI'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servantsWell what can a poor boy doFor sing for a rock 'n' roll bandIn this sleepy L.A. townThere's just no place forFor a street fighting manA street fighting manFor a street fighting man