You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for the runaway bus
'cos those rosey days are few
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
'cos life is short and time 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.
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 here
In this town called malice.
Yeah yeah yeah
This town called malice.
Woah Oh yeah