Tabbed by Rick Steele 

C#m 
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life  

    Bm 
cos it's the one we'll never know 

C#m 
And quit running for the runaway bus  

           Bm 
'cos those rosey days are few 

    D                        C#m     
And stop apologising for the things you've never done 

E 
'cos life is short and time is cruel, but it's up to us to change  

N.C              A 
This town called malice.  


C#m                                        Bm 
Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard 

C#m                                          Bm 
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts 

D                                  C#m 
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry 

E 
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious 

N.C              A 
In a town called malice.  

(Crowd sing Ba ba ba ba ba while he plays C#m Bm C#m Bm) 

D                        C#m 
Struggle after struggle, year after year 

E 
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead 

N.C              A 
In a town called malice.  


C#m                         Bm 
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track 

C#m                                  Bm 
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round 

D                                    C#m 
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze 

E 
I could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back here 

N.c                 A 
In this town called malice. 

A 
Yeah yeah yeah 

A 
This town called malice. 

A 
Woah Oh yeah 

A