Intro: D

F#m
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
Em
cos it's the one we'll never know
F#m
And quit running for that runaway bus -
Em
cos those rosey days are few
      G                        F#m
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
A
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
                    D (Intro)
This town called malice.
F#m
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Em
stand dying in the dairy yard
F#m
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch
Em
empty milk bottles to their hearts
G                                 F#m
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
A
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
                    D (Intro)
In a town called malice.
F#m Em F#m Em
Papapapa parapa
G                         F#m
Struggle after struggle - year after year
A
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -

I'm almost stone cold dead
                    D (Intro)
In a town called malice.
C#                      C B
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
C#m                     Bm
gets dashed against the Co-op
A
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
                                        D (Intro)
It's a big decision in a town called malice.
F#m                          Em
The ghost of a steam train - 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 go on for hours and I probably will -
but I'd sooner put some joy back
                       D (Intro)
In this town called malice.