Street Fighting Man
Rage Against The Machine
Everywhere I hear the sound
Of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summers here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
'Cept for sing for a rock'n'roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right
For a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play
Is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
'Cept for sing for a rock'n'roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well 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 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
For sing for a rock'n'roll band
In this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
