A Town Called Malice Lyrics

A Town Called Malice

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.