| B | B | B | B |
| D#m7 | |
| You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life |
| C#m | |
| cos it's the one we'll never know |
| D#m7 | |
| And quit running for that runaway bus |
| C#m | |
| 'cos those rosey days are few |
| E | D#m7 | |
| And stop apologising for | the things you've never done |
| F# | |
| 'cos time is short and life is cruel, but it's up to us to change |
| x x x (knock on body of guitar) |
| this town called |
| B | E6 | |
| malice | Yeah-eah-eah |
| B | B | B | B |
| Verse 2: |
| D#m7 | |
| Rows and rows of disused milk floats |
| C#m | |
| stand dying in the dairy yard |
| D#m7 | |
| And a hundred lonely housewives |
| C#m | |
| clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts |
| E | D#m7 | |
| Hanging out their old love letters | on the line to dry |
| F# | |
| It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious in a town called |
| B | B | |
| malice, | Yeah-eah-eah |
| B | B | |
| This town ca | lled |
| B | B | |
| malice, | ooh-ooh-yeah |
| B | B | |
| Verse 3: |
| D#m7 | C#m | |
| Ba ba ba ba bada ba, | ba ba bada baa oh |
| D#m7 | C#m | |
| Ba ba ba ba bada ba, | ba ba bada baa oh |
| E | D#m7 | |
| Struggle after struggle, | year after year |
| F# | |
| The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead in a town called |
| B | E6 | |
| malice, | Yeah-eah-eahB |
| E6B | B | B | B | |
| Bridge: |
| A#m | G#m | |
| whole street's belief in | Sunday's roast beef |
| A#m | G#m | |
| Gets dashed against | the Co-op |
| E | |
| To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear |
| F# | |
| It's a big decision in a town called malice. |
| B | B | B | B | |
| Verse 4: |
| D#m7 | C#m | |
| The ghost of a steam train, e | choes down my track |
| D#m7 | C#m | |
| It's at the moment bound for nowhere, ju | st going round and round |
| E | |
| D#m7Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze |
| F# | |
| I could go on for hours and I probably will, I'd sooner put some joy back in |
| x x x (knock on body of guitar) |
| this town called |
| B | B | |
| malice, | Yeah-eah-eahB |
| E6 This town called |
| B | B | |
| malice,yeah | Ooh-ooh-yeah |
| B B x6 |