Better stop dreaming of the quiet life 'cause it's the one we'll never know 
And [bad word] for [bad word] bus 'cause those rosey days are few 
Yeah
And stop apologising for the things you've never done
'Cause time is short and life is [bad word] 
Well it's up to us to change this town called malice
Ooh 
Yeah 

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 [bad word] fast and furious in a town called malice
Ooh 
Yeah 

Ba ba ba ba ba da ba 
Ba da ba ba da ba 
Ooh 

Ba ba ba ba ba da ba 
Ba da ba ba da ba  

 [bad word] after [bad word] 
Year after year 
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice 
I'm almost stone cold dead in a town called malice
Ooh 
Yeah 

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 decision in a town called malice
Ooh 
Yeah 

The ghost of a steam train echos down my track 
It's at the moment bound for nowhere 
Just going round and round 
Oh
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
Yeah 

Ooh 
Yeah 
Town called malice 
Yeah 
Ooh 
Yeah 
town called malice 
Yeah