Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
And [bad word] for [bad word] bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos 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.
 [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.

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.