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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