The Jam - Town called malice

^F#mstop dreaming of the quiet life 'cos it's the ^Emone we'll never know, and ^F#mquit running for that runaway bus 'cos those ^Emrosey days are few,well ^Gstop apologising for the th^F#mings you've never done ^A'Cos time is short and life is cruel But it's up to us to change this town called ^Dmalice

^F#mRows and rows of disused milk floats stand ^Emdying in the dairy yard ^F#mAnd a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty ^Emmilk bottles to their hearts ^GHanging out their old love letters^F#m on the line to dry ^AIt's enough to make you stop believing When tears come fast and furious in a town called ^Dmalice, yeah,yeah,yeah

^F#mBa ba ba ba ba da ba, ^Emba ba ba da ba whoo ^F#mBa ba ba ba ba da ba, ^Emba ba ba da ba ^GStruggle after struggle, ^F#myear after year ^AThe atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called ^Dmalice ooo yeah

^C#mA whole street's belief in ^BmSunday's roast beef Gets ^C#mdashed against the ^Bmco-op To either ^Acut down on beer or the kids' new gear It's a big decision in a town called ^DMalice oo oo yeah

The ^F#mghost of a steam train ^Emechoes down my track ^F#mIt's at the moment bound for nowhere ^Emjust going 'round and 'round ^GPlayground kids and creaking swings ^F#mlost laughter in the breeze ^AI could go on for hours and I probably will But I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called ^Dmalice yeah