The Jam – Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life – ‘Cause it’s the one we’ll never know – And quit running for that runaway bus – ‘Cause those rosy days are few – And stop apologizing for the things you’ve never done – ‘Cause 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; yeah …