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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeStreet Fighting Man
Fuckin' album, fuckin' country, fuckin' weatherEverywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boyCause summer's here and the timeIs right for fighting in the street, boyBut what can a poor boy do'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll bandCause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting manHey! Think the time is right for a palace revolutionBut where I live the game to play is compromise solutionWell, what can a poor boy do'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll bandCause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting manHey! Said my name is called disturbanceI'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king,I'll rail at all his servantsWell, what can a poor boy do'cept to sing in a rock 'n' roll bandCause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting man
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