Town Called Malice

Tabbed by Rick Steele You’d better stop dreaming of the quiet life   cos it’s the one we’ll never know And quit running for the runaway bus   ’cos those rosey days are few And stop apologising for the things you’ve never done ’cos life is short and time is cruel but it’s up to us to change   N.C               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 N.C               In a town called malice.   (Crowd sing Ba ba ba ba ba while he plays ) Struggle after struggle year after year The atmosphere’s a fine blend of ice I’m almost stone cold dead N.C               In a town called malice.   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 here N.c                  In this town called malice. Yeah yeah yeah This town called malice. Woah Oh yeah