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The Rolling Stones

Street Fighting Man

Ev'rywhere I hear the sound

Of marching charging feet, boy

'Cause summer's here and the time is right

For fighting in the street, boy

Well, 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

I said hey and 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