Album: Passafist
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boys.
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boys,
'Cause summer's here, and the time is right for fighting in the street, boys.
Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for a street fighting man.
Hey, think the time is right for a body revolution,
From where I live, the games to play - a compromise solution.
Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for a street fighting man.
Watch out now.
Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for street fighting man.
I cannot make out what he says here,
I'll scream and shout,
I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants.
Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for street fighting man.
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