A Town Called Malice (Live) - From The Jam
You better stop dreaming of the quiet life
'Coz it's the one we'll never know
And quiet running for that runaway bus
'Coz those rosey days are few
And stop apologising for the things you've never done
'Coz time is short and life is cruel
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 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
Tears come fast and furious
In a town called malice
Ba ba ba ba ba da ba
Ba ba ba da ba ohh
Ba ba ba ba ba da ba
Ba ba ba da ba
Struggle after struggle year after year
The atmospheres a fine blend of ice
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice
A whole streets belief in sundays roast beef
Gets dashed against the coop
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice
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
Sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice
This town called malice
This town called malice
