tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676557405635713109.post4477092429205455605..comments2023-06-24T14:23:00.977+03:00Comments on καλώδια: The guns of Brixtonκαλωδιοhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11774577605198929865noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676557405635713109.post-55017162508085511822009-01-26T23:35:00.000+02:002009-01-26T23:35:00.000+02:00Δυστυχώς όμως, no place for a street fighting man....Δυστυχώς όμως, no place for a street fighting man...<BR/><BR/>Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy<BR/>cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy<BR/>But what can a poor boy do<BR/>Except to sing for a rock n roll band<BR/>cause in sleepy london town<BR/>Theres just no place for a street fighting man<BR/>No<BR/><BR/>Hey! think the time is right for a palace revolution<BR/>But where I live the game to play is compromise solution<BR/>Well, then what can a poor boy do<BR/>Except to sing for a rock n roll band<BR/>cause in sleepy london town<BR/>Theres no place for a street fighting man<BR/>No<BR/><BR/>Hey! said my name is called disturbance<BR/>Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants<BR/>Well, what can a poor boy do<BR/>Except to sing for a rock n roll band<BR/>cause in sleepy london town<BR/>Theres no place for a street fighting manκ.φ.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15363978692398876398noreply@blogger.com