The Jam - Town Called Malice lyrics
[The Jam - Town Called Malice lyrics]
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
Andstop 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
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 ye eh-eah
Bah bah bah ba baba bah
Bah bah bah ba baba bah, oh
Bah bah bah ba baba bah
Bah bah bah ba baba bah
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 uhuh 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
Uhuh yeah
The ghost of a steam train
Echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going 'round and 'round, oh
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, ye eh-eah uhuhuh
In this town called Malice, ye eh-eah
In this town called Malice, uhuh yeah
'Cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
'Cos those rosey days are few
Andstop 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
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 ye eh-eah
Bah bah bah ba baba bah
Bah bah bah ba baba bah, oh
Bah bah bah ba baba bah
Bah bah bah ba baba bah
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 uhuh 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
Uhuh yeah
The ghost of a steam train
Echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going 'round and 'round, oh
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, ye eh-eah uhuhuh
In this town called Malice, ye eh-eah
In this town called Malice, uhuh yeah