The Jam – Town Called MaliceD
Better stop dreaming of a quiet life,
ґCause itґs the one weґll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
`Cause those rosy days are few
And stop apologizing,
For the things youґvre never done
ґCausetTime is short and life is cruel
But itґs 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
Itґs enough to make you stop believing
When tears come fast and furious
In this town called Malice
Struggle after struggle
Year after year
The atmosphereґs a fine blend of ice
Iґm almost stone cold dead
In this town called Malice
whole streetґs belief
in Sundayґs roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-Op
To either cut down on beer
Or the kidґs new gear
Itґs a big descicion in this town called Malice
Oh, yeah
The ghost of a steam train
Echoes down my track
Itґs 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 Iґd sooner put some joy back in
This town called Malice
This town called Malice
This town called Mailce
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