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   ...