Stop turning up the quiet light,
it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus,
cause gross days are few
And stop apologising for things you've
never done Time is short and life is cruel,
but it's up to us to change this town to a palace
Oh yeah
And rows of disused mills,
those dying in the dairy yard A hundred lonely
housewives clutch empty mill piles to their hearts
Hanging out their old lamp rests on the lines,
trying not to make these doctors leave And when the tears come fast,
then the fuse in the town's off malice
Oh yeah
Struggle after struggle,
year after year
The apathy's a problem that lies down on
most don't condemn in a town called Malice Oh yeah
Our whole street's belief in some days' won't speed
Gets dashed against the colour So
I've cut down a bed of the kids' new
garage picks, and you mean it's out of malice
The gust of a stink train echoes down my track It's at the moment,
bound for nowhere,
just
going round and round The playground keeps it freaking swings
Lost laughter in the breeze Jump for hours,
and I probably will
But I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called Malice
Oh yeah