better stop dreaming of the quiet life cos
it´s the one we´ll never know and quit running for
that run-away bus cos those rosy days are few
and stop apologizing for the things you´ve
never done cos life is short and time is cruel, bu
it´s up to us to change this town called malice.
And a hundred lonely housewifes xlutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts. Hanging out their old love
Letters on the line to dry. It´enough to make you
stop believe when tears come fast and furious in a
town called malice. A whole street´s belief in
Sunday´s roast beef. It´s dashed against the co-op
It´s a big decision or the kid´s new gear. It´s a big
Decision in a town called malice