Better stop dreaming of the 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've never done   'Cause time 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 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      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, ooh yeah      A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef   Gets dashed against the cop   To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear   It's a big decision in a town called Malice, ooh yeah      Ooh, 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 probably will   But I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called Malice, yeah ooh   In this town called Malice, yeah   In this town called Malice, ooh yeah