Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life

'Cause it's the one we'll never know

And quit running for the runaway bus

'Cause those rosy days are few

And stop apologizing

For the things you've never done

'Cause 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

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, yeah

Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-da-bah

Bah-bah, bah-da-bah, oh

Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-da-bah

Bah-bah, bah-da-bah

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

Ooh-yeah

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

Ooh-yeah

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

Yeah

In this town called Malice

Yeah

In this town called Malice

Ooh, yeah