Rage Against the Machine

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers 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 L.A. 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 L.A. 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 L.A. 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 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