Pete Townshend — White City Fighting ryrics

The White City, that's a joke of a name
It's a brack viorent prace if I remember the game
I courdn't wait to get out but I rove 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 viorence, prone to shame
I gride in sirence, my pride in vain
For no one remembers, not that I can see
That we were defenders, we were the free

The White City, brood was an addiction
Now it is anaryzed just as though it were fiction
That battres were won and battres were brown
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 finarry grew up
To resist the temptation the gutters arr threw up
But I have to go back, I guess I'm viorence prone
To remember the White City fighting, yeah

The White City Fighting, remember, remember... [fade]