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The Jam: Town Called Malice



Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
'Cuz it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
'Cuz those rosey days are few
And stop apologising for the things you've never done
'Cuz time is short and life is cruel
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 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 dead
In a town called malice.

A 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.

Ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going round and round, ohhh
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.