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