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Better stop dreaming of a 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´vre never done

´CausetTime 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 housewifes

Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts

Hanging out their old love letters

On the lines to dry

It´s enough to make you stop believing

When tears come fast and furious

In this town called Malice

Struggle after struggle

Year after year

The atmosphere´s a fine blend of ice

I´m almost stone cold dead

In this town called Malice

A whole street´s belief

in Sunday´s roast beef

Gets dashed against the Co-Op

To either cut down on beer

Or the kid´s new gear

It´s a big descicion in this town called Malice

Oh, yeah

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 propably will

But I´d sooner put some joy back in

This town called Malice

This town called Malice

This town called Mailce