Better stop dreaming of the quiet life 'cause it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'cause those rosey days are few Yeah And stop apologising for the things you've never done 'Cause time is short and life is cruel Well it's up to us to change this town called malice Ooh Yeah
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 Ooh Yeah
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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 kid's new gear It's a big decision in a town called malice Ooh Yeah
The ghost of a steam train echos 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
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