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 Better stop dreaming of a quiet life,

 ´Cause it´s the one we´ll never know

 And quit running for that runaway bus

 `Cause those rosy days are few

 And stop apologizing,

 For the things you´vre never done

 ´CausetTime 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 housewifes

 Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts

 Hanging out their old love letters

On the lines to dry

 It´s enough to make you stop believing

When tears come fast and furious

 In this town called Malice

Struggle after struggle

Year after year

 The atmosphere´s a fine blend of ice

I´m almost stone cold dead

 In this 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 descicion in this town called Malice

Oh, yeah

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 propably will

But I´d sooner put some joy back in

 This town called Malice

This town called Malice

This town called Mailce