Better stop dreaming of the quiet life 

Cos it's the one we'll 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 it's up to us to change 

This town called Malice. Oooh yeah 



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. Oooh yeah 



Ba ba ba ba bada baa 

badaba bada ba ooh 

Ba ba ba ba bada baa 

badaba bada ba 



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. Oooh yeah 



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. Oooh yeah 



The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track 

It's 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. Yeaahh 



Ooh yeaahh 

Town called Malice yeaahh 

Ooh yeah 

A town called Malice yeaahh