Street Fighting Man (Live / Forest National Arena, Brussels / 17/10/73) Lyrics

Everywhere I hear the sound of marchin', chargin' feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy

Well, what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock and roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for street fighting
No
Get it

Hey, think the time is right for a violent revolution
But where I live, the game to play is compromise solution

Well, what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock androll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
Just no place for street fighting man
No

Said my name is called disturbance
Or I shout and scream
"I'll kill the King, I'll rail at all his servants"

Well, what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock and roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for street fighting man
Get down

Au revoir, merci