Jam TOWN CALLED MALICE Lyrics
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 change This town called malice.Rows and rows of disused milk floatsstand dying in the dairy yardAnd a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their heartsHanging out their old love letters on the line to dryIt's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furiousIn a town called malice.Struggle after struggle - year after yearThe 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 roundPlayground kids and creaking swings -lost laughter in the breezeI could go on for hours and I probably will -but I'd sooner put some joy backIn this town called malice.
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 change This town called malice.Rows and rows of disused milk floatsstand dying in the dairy yardAnd a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their heartsHanging out their old love letters on the line to dryIt's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furiousIn a town called malice.Struggle after struggle - year after yearThe 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 roundPlayground kids and creaking swings -lost laughter in the breezeI could go on for hours and I probably will -but I'd sooner put some joy backIn this town called malice.
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