C#m
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life
Bm
cos it's the one we'll never know
C#m
And quit running for the runaway bus
Bm
'cos those rosey days are few
D C#m
And stop apologising for the things you've never done
E
'cos life is short and time is cruel, but it's up to us to change
N.C A
This town called malice.
C#m Bm
Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
C#m Bm
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
D C#m
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
E
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
N.C A
In a town called malice.
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(Crowd sing Ba ba ba ba ba while he plays C#m Bm C#m Bm)
D C#m
Struggle after struggle, year after year
E
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
N.C A
In a town called malice.
C#m Bm
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
C#m Bm
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round
D C#m
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
E
I could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back here
N.c A
In this town called malice.
A
Yeah yeah yeah
A
This town called malice.
A
Woah Oh yeah
A
