Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it s the one we ll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you ve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it s up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It s enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere s a fine blend of ice -
I m almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street s belief in Sunday s roast beef
gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It s a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It s at the moment bound for nowhere -
just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
but I d sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice

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