White City Fighting — текст песни (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