Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
Cos its the one well never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
Cos those rosey days are few
And stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel
But its 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
Its enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furiousIn a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmospheres a fine blend of ice -
Im almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole streets belief in sundays roast beef
Gets dashed against the co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
Its a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train -
echoes down my track
Its 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.

By Jam