Rage Against the Machine - Street Fighting Man lyrics
[Rage Against the Machine - Street Fighting Man lyrics]
Everywhere I hear the sound
Of marching charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's 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 LA 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 LA 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 LA 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
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
Of marching charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's 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 LA 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 LA 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 LA 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
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