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

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