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 never done
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 bottles that will die 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, yeah
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
Ooh yeah
A whole streets 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
Ooh yeah
Ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
Its at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round,Ohh
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.
Yeah
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"I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered." - George Best --- Dienstags und donnerstags, ab 20 Uhr, samstags ab 20.30 Uhr: Radio StoneFM