Stop turning up the quiet flight with the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
Grows the days off you and stop apologising Things you've never done
Time is short and life is cruel But it's
up to us to change this towns old malice
Oh yeah
Rows and rows of disused mills,
those dying in the dairy yard
Homes for lonely housewives clutch empty millboxes to their hearts
Hanging out their old lamp rest on the lines dry
Not to make these other leaving when the
tears come fast and fuse in a town of malice
Oh yeah
Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere's a problem that I almost don't
condone in a town called Malahood Oh yeah
Our whole street's been leased in so many days,
once paid,
gets dashed against the car wall
So I've cut down on their other kids,
new gang,
it's big sin,
shaming a town called Malaise
The ghost of a stink train echoes down my track It's at the moment,
bound for nowhere,
just going round and round
Oh playground kids and freaking swings,
lost laughter in the breeze
I've been down for hours and I probably will,
but I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called Malaise
Oh yeah