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A Town Called Malice
by Paul Weller
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Better stop dreaming of the quiet life,
Cause it's one you'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus,
Cos their 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
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
That 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 kid's 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.
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life,
Cause it's one you'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus,
Cos their 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
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
That 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 kid's 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.
