Stop dreaming of the quiet life
'cos it's the one
we'll never know
And quit running
for the runaway bus
'cos those rosy
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
In a town called Malice
Rows and rows
of disused milk bottles
lay dying in the 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, yeah...
Ba ba ba ba ba da ba
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..!
Poultry's belief
in Sunday's roast beef
is dashed against the Co-op
So either cut down the beer
or the kids new gear
It's a big decision
in a town called Malice
Ooh-ooh.., yeah..!
Ooh.....
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 the town called malice
Yeah-eah-eah.., ooh...
A town called Malice, yeah...