Текст песни White City Fighting

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
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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