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Town Called Malice

JAM


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 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 milkfloats 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 - yeah-ea-eah!

Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-da-ba, ba-ba, ba-da--ba! Whoah!
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-da-ba, ba-ba, ba-da--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
Oo-ooh! Yeah!

A whole street’s belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets stashed 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
Oo-ooh! Yeah!

The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
It’s at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round, ohh
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 into this town called malice
Yeah-ea-eah!

It’s a town called malice - yeah-ea-eah!

Whoooh!

It’s a town called malice – whoooh-yeah!

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