Street Fighting Man (live) Lyrics

Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of,
Marchin', chargin' feet, boy.
'Cause summer's here and the time is right,
For fightin' in the street, boy.
Well, now, what can a poor boy do,
'Cept to sing for a rock'roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town there's
Just no place for a street fightin' man.
No.

Hey! Think the time is right,
For a palace revolution.
'Cause where I live the game to play,
Is compromise solution.
Well, now, what can a poor boy do,
'Cept to sing for a rock'roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town there's
Just no place for a street fightin' man.
No.
[Short instrumental break.]
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,
'Cept to sing for a rock'roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town there's
No place for a street fightin' man.
Yeah/No.

[Instrumental to end.]