Better Stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus cos those rosey days are few And stop apologising for the things you never done Time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change this town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milkers that will die 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 streets belief in Sunday's roast beef Gets dashed against the Co-Op To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear It's a big decision in a town called malice Ooh yeah
Ghost of a steam train echoes down my track Its at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round,Ohh 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. YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
