BETTER STOP DREAMIN'
OF THE QUIET LIFE
'CAUSE IT'S THE ONE
WE'LL NEVER KNOW
AND QUIT RUNNIN' FOR
THE RUNAWAY BUS
'CAUSE THOSE ROSY
DAYS ARE FEW AND
STOP APOLOGISIN' FOR THE
THINGS YOU'VE NEVER DONE
'CAUSE TIME IS SHORT AND
LIFE IS CRUEL AND IT'S
UP TO US TO CHANGE
THIS TOWN CALLED MALICE
ROWS AND ROWS OF
DISUSED MILK FLOATS
LAY DYIN' IN THE DAIRY YARD
AND A HUNDRED LONELY
HOUSEWIVES CLUTCH EMPTY
MILK BOTTLES TO THEIR HEARTS
HANGIN' OUT THEIR OLD LOVE
LETTERS ON THE LINE TO DRY
IT'S ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU
STOP BELIEVIN' WHEN TEARS
COME FAST AND FURIOUS IN A
TOWN CALLED MALICE, YEAH...
BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-DA-BA
BA-BA-BA-DA-BA, OH
BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-DA-BA
BA-BA-BA-DA-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 THE BEER
OR THE KIDS' NEW GEAR
IT'S A BIG DECISION
IN A TOWN CALLED MALICE
OOH, YEAH
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...
THIS TOWN CALLED MALICE
YEAH...