Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaminÕ
of the quiet life
Ôcause it's the one
we'll never know

And quit runninÕ for
that runaway bus
Ôcause those rosy days
are few And stop
apologisinÕ

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 milkers
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 believinÕ
when tears come fast
and furious in a town
called malice, yeah-eh-eh

ba-ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-oh

ba-ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

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 streetÕs 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

Ooh-ooh,
ghost of a steam train
echoes down my track

ItÕs at the moment
bound for nowhere just
going round and round,

Oh, 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-eh-eh

This town called
malice, yeah-eh-eh
This town called
malice, ooh-eh-eh