Street Fighting Man — текст песни (Rolling Stones)

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
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