Town Called Malice

A Town Called Malice (Originally Performed By the Jam) - Ameritz - Tribute

You better stop dreaming of the quiet life

Coz its the one we'll never know

And quiet running for that runaway bus

Coz those rosey days are few

And stop apologising for the things you've never done

Coz time is short and life is cruel

Well its up to us to change

This town called malice

Rows and rows of disused milk floats

Stand dying in the dairy yard

And hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk

Bottles to their hearts

Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry

Its enough to make you stop believing

When tears come fast and furious

In a town called malice

Yeeah

Ba ba ba ba ba da ba

Ba ba ba da ba ohh

Ba ba ba ba ba da ba

Ba ba ba da ba

Struggle after struggle year after year

The atmospheres a fine blend of ice

I'm almost stone cold dead

In a town called malice

Ooooh yeeah

A whole streets belief in sundays roast beef

Get's 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 maliiice

Oooh yeeah

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

Yeeah

Ooh

This town called malice

Yeeah

Ohh