Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life  cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus  cos those rosey 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 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. A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Coop To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear It's a big decision 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 In this town called malice.