Chris Thomas - White City Fighting lyrics

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 an*lyzed 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 Yeah 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