Better stop of the quiet life -
Cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway -
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is -
But it's up to us to change

This town called malice.

Rows and rows of milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to
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
In a town called malice.

A whole street's in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on or the kids new
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
Just going round and round
Playground and creaking swings -
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
But I'd sooner put some back
In this town called malice.