Town Called Malice [Live]
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life Cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'Cause those Rosey days are few And stop apologizing for the things you've never done 'Cause 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 Co-op 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.