Tom: D
Introdução:
F#m
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life
Em
cos it's the one we'll never know
F#m
And quit running for the runaway bus
Em
'cos those rosey days are few
G F#m
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
A
'cos life is short and time is cruel, but it's up to us to change
D
This town called malice.
F#m Em
Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
F#m Em
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
G F#m
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
A
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
D
In a town called malice.
F#m/ Em/ F#m Em
G F#m
Struggle after struggle, year after year
A
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
D
In a town called malice.
F#m Em
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
F#m Em
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round
G F#m
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
A
I could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back here
D
In this town called malice.
D
Yeah yeah yeah
D
This town called malice.
D
Woah Oh yeah
D