Playground kids and creaking swings
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
I could go on for hours and I probably will
But I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called Malice, yeah ooh
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
Lost laughter in the breeze
'Cause those rosy days are few
It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead
This town called Malice
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change
In this town called Malice, yeah
It's a big decision in a town called Malice, ooh yeah
And quit running for that runaway bus
Ooh, the ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
In a town called Malice, yeah
Struggle after struggle, year after year
Stand dying in the dairy yard
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
Gets dashed against the cop
Bottles to their hearts
In a town called Malice, ooh yeah
