[D]

 

Better　[F#m]Stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it's　[Em]the one we'll never know

And [F#m]quit running for that runaway bus cos those [Em]rosey days are few

[G]And stop apologising [F#m]for the things you've never done

[A]‘Cos time is short and life is cruel

but it's up to us to change this town called [D]malice.

 

[F#m]Rows and rows of disused milkfloats st[Em]and dying in the dairy yard

And a [F#m]hundred lonely housewives clutch empty[Em]　milk bottles to their hearts

[G]Hanging out their old love letters [F#m]on the line to dry

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

In a town called　[D]malice

[F#m]　[Em]　[F#m]　[Em]

 

[G]Struggle after struggle, [F#m]year after year

[A]The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice

I'm almost stone cold dead in a town called　[D]malice

 

[C#m]A whole street’s belief in [Bm]Sunday's roast beef

Gets[C#m]　dashed against the [Bm]Co-Op

To either[A]　cut down on beer or the kids new gear

It's a big decision in a town called [D]malice

[F#m]

 

The ghost of a steam train [Em]echoes down my track

[F#m]It’s at the moment bound for nowhere [Em]just going round and round

[G]Playground kids and creaking swings, [F#m]lost laughter in the breeze

I could [A]go on for hours and I probably will but,

I'd sooner put some joy back into this town called　[D]malice Yeah...