Lyrics Paul Weller – Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
‘Cause it’s the one we’ll never know
And quit running for the runaway bus
‘Cause those rosey days are few

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

Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere’s a fine blend of ice
I’m almost stone cold dead
In a town called Malice
Ooh, yeah

A whole street’s belief in Sunday’s roast beef
Gets 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 Malice
Ooh, yeah

Ooh
The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
It’s at the moment bound for nowhere