White City Fighting

The White City, that's a joke of a name
 It's a black, violent 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 Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 Down to the refuge, near QPR
 I drive to committees in my German car
 Prone to violence, 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, blood was an addiction
 Now it is analyzed just as though it were fiction
 That battles were won and battles were blown
 At the height of the White City fighting
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 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
 To remember the White City fighting, yeah
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City Fighting, remember, remember
 The White City