F#m
Better stop dreaming of a quiet life,
Em
ґCause itґs the one weґll never know
F#m
And quit running for that runaway bus
Em
`Cause those rosy days are few
G
And stop apologizing,
F#m
For the things youґvre never done
A
ґCausetTime is short and life is cruel
But itґs up to us to change
D
This town called Malice
F#m
Rows and rows of disused milk
Em
Floats stand dying in the dairy yard
F#m
And a hundred lonely housewifes
Em
Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
G
Hanging out their old love letters
F#m
On the lines to dry
A
Itґs enough to make you stop believing
When tears come fast and furious
D
In this town called Malice
F#m Em
F#m Em
G
Struggle after struggle
F#m
Year after year
A
The atmosphereґs a fine blend of ice
Iґm almost stone cold dead
D
In this town called Malice
Db
A whole streetґs belief
Bm
in Sundayґs roast beef
Dbm Bm
Gets dashed against the Co-Op
A
To either cut down on beer
Or the kidґs new gear
D
Itґs a big descicion in this town called Malice
Oh, yeah
F#m
The ghost of a steam train
Em
Echoes down my track
F#m
Itґs 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
A
I could go on for hours and I propably will
But Iґd sooner put some joy back in
D
This town called Malice
This town called Malice
This town called Mailce
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