White City Fighting Lyrics - Townshend Pete

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