Rolling Stons - Fighting In The Streets | Текст песни

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Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy!
'Cause Summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the streets, 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
'Cause where I live, the game to play is compromise solution.

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! Said my name is called disturbance,
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants.

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!

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