A Town Called Malice (Live)

"Town Called Malice"
 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've never done
 'Cos time is short and life is cruel
 But it's up to us to change
 This town called Malice
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 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
 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
 A whole street's 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
 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