Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -cos it's the one we'll never knowAnd quit running for that runaway bus -cos
those rosey days are fewAnd - stop apologising for the things you've never done,Cos time is short and life is cruel -but it'
s up to us to changeThis town called malice.Rows and rows of disused milk floatsstand dying in the dairy yardAnd a hundred
lonely housewives clutch empty milkbottles to their heartsHanging out their old love letters on the line to dryIt's enough t
o make you stop believing when tears comefast and furiousIn a town called malice.Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -I'm almost stone cold deadIn a town called malice.A whole street's belief in Sunday's
roast beefgets dashed against the Co-opTo either cut down on beer or the kids new gearIt's a big decision in a town called
malice.The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my trackIt's at the moment bound for nowhere -just going round and roundPl
ayground kids and creaking swings -lost laughter in the breezeI could go on for hours and I probably will -but I'd sooner pu
t some joy backIn this town called malice.