Letra de Street Fighting Man (Live at Brendan Byrne Arena, E. Rutherford, NJ - 8/6/1984)
Well everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here, the time is right for fighting in the street, boyTell me what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock and roll band? This sleepy Jersey town, it ain't no place for a street fighting manI think the time is right for a palace revolution Except where I live the game they play is compromise solutionTell me what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock and roll band? This sleepy Jersey town, it ain't no place for a street fighting manNow hey, I'm here tonight to say my name is called "Disturbance" I shout, I sing, I kill the king and rail at all his servantsTell me what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock and roll band This sleepy Jersey town, it ain't no place for a street fighting man