The Jam - Town Called Malice

Ooh, the ghost of a steam train echoes down my track

And stop apologizing for the things you've never done

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life

'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change

Rows and rows of disused milk floats

'Cause those rosy days are few

To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear

Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry

It's a big decision in a town called Malice, ooh yeah

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef

And quit running for that runaway bus

And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk

Stand dying in the dairy yard

Lost laughter in the breeze

It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious

In this town called Malice, yeah

Gets dashed against the cop

Bottles to their hearts

In a town called Malice, yeah

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, ooh yeah

It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round

Playground kids and creaking swings

This town called Malice