F#m

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -

Em7

Cos its the one well never know

F#m

And quit running for that runaway bus -

Em7

Cos those rosey days are few

G F#m

And - stop apologising for the things youve never done,

A

Cos time is short and life is cruel -

A

But its up to us to change

A

This town called malice.

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F#m

Rows and rows of disused milk floats

Em7

Stand dying in the dairy yard

F#m

And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk

Em7

Bottles to their hearts

G F#m

Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry

A

Its enough to make you stop believing

A

When tears come fast and furious

A

In a town called malice.

G F#m

Struggle after struggle - year after year

A

The atmospheres a fine blend of ice -

A

Im almost stone cold dead

A

In a town called malice.

C#m Bm

A whole streets belief in sundays roast beef

C#m Bm

Gets dashed against the co-op

A

To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear

A

Its a big decision in a town called malice.

F#m Em7

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track

F#m

Its at the moment bound for nowhere -

Em7

Just going round and round

G

Playground kids and creaking swings -

F#m

Lost laughter in the breeze

A

I could go on for hours and I probably will -

A

But Id sooner put some joy back

A

In this town called malice.