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 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.