A Town Called Malice

I could go on for hours and I probably will
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead
It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round

Ooh, the ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
Struggle after struggle, year after year
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change
Bottles to their hearts
Lost laughter in the breeze
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
In a town called Malice, yeah

This town called Malice

Playground kids and creaking swings

Stand dying in the dairy yard

In this town called Malice, yeah
In a town called Malice, ooh yeah
It's a big decision in a town called Malice, ooh yeah
'Cause those rosy days are few
But I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called Malice, yeah ooh
And quit running for that runaway bus
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry

And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Gets dashed against the cop