white city fighting

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

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