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 apologising
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 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
Yeah, eh, eh, eah
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, la, ba
Ba, ba, ba, la, ba
Oh
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, la, ba
Ba, ba, ba, la, ba
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
Oooh, yeah
Ooooh, ooh
The ghost of a steam train
Echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going round and round
Oh, 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, eh, eh, eah
Oooh, ooh, ooh
This town called Malice
Yeah, eh, eh, eah
This town called Malice
