Song by The Jam<br /><br>
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -<br>
cos it's the one we'll never know<br>
And quit running for that runaway bus -<br>
cos those rosey days are few<br>
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,<br>
Cos time is short and life is cruel -<br>
but it's up to us to change <br>
This town called malice.<br>
Rows and rows of disused milk floats<br>
stand dying in the dairy yard<br>
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk <br>
bottles to their hearts<br>
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry<br>
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come <br>
fast and furious<br>
In a town called malice.<br>
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Struggle after struggle - year after year<br>
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -<br>
I'm almost stone cold dead<br>
In a town called malice.<br>
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A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef<br>
gets dashed against the Co-op<br>
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear<br>
It's a big decision in a town called malice.<br>
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The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track<br>
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -<br>
just going round and round<br>
Playground kids and creaking swings -<br>
lost laughter in the breeze<br>
I could go on for hours and I probably will -<br>
but I'd sooner put some joy back<br>
In this town called malice.<br>
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