Текст (слова) песни: Townshend Pete - 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 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
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