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Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos itand's the one weand'll never know
and quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
and - stop apologising for the things youand've never done,
cos time is short and life is cruel -
but itand'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
itand'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 atmosphereand's a fine blend of ice -
iand'm almost stone cold dead
in a town called malice.
A whole streetand's belief in sundayand's roast beef
gets dashed against the co-op
to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
itand's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
itand'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 iand'd sooner put some joy back
in this town called malice.
The Jam
Town Called Malice
Town Called Malice
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos itand's the one weand'll never know
and quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
and - stop apologising for the things youand've never done,
cos time is short and life is cruel -
but itand'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
itand'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 atmosphereand's a fine blend of ice -
iand'm almost stone cold dead
in a town called malice.
A whole streetand's belief in sundayand's roast beef
gets dashed against the co-op
to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
itand's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
itand'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 iand'd sooner put some joy back
in this town called malice.
