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 rosy days are few

And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
'Cause time is short and life is [bad word] 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 [bad word] fast and furious
In a town called Malice, yeah

 [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 cop
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called Malice, ooh yeah

Ooh, 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, yeah ooh
In this town called Malice, yeah
In this town called Malice, ooh yeah