Better stop dreaming of the 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've never done,
Cause time 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 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.