Townshend Pete - White City Fighting Lyrics

The White City That's a joke of a name It's a black violence place If I remember the game I couldn't wait to get out But I love to go home To remember the White City fighting The White City Blood was an addiction Now it's analyzed As though it were fiction The battles were won And the battles were blown At the height of the White City fighting Down to the refuge near QPR I drive to committees in my German car Prone to violence, and prone to shame I glide in silence, my pride in vain For no one remembers not that I can see That we were defenders-we were the free The White City I finally grew up To resist the temptation The gutters all threw up But I have to go back I guess I'm violence prone Remember the White City fighting Remember, remember Townshend Pete Lyrics White City Fighting Lyrics