Текст песни The Jam - TOWN CALLED MALICE
The Jam - TOWN CALLED MALICE слова песни
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -cos it`s the one we`ll never knowAnd quit running for that runaway bus -cos those rosey days are fewAnd - stop apologising for the things you`ve never done,Cos time is short and life is cruel -but it`s up to us to change This town called malice.Rows and rows of disused milk floatsstand dying in the dairy yardAnd a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their heartsHanging out their old love letters on the line to dryIt`s enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furiousIn a town called malice.Struggle after struggle - year after yearThe atmosphere`s a fine blend of ice -I`m almost stone cold deadIn a town called malice.A whole street`s belief in Sunday`s roast beefgets dashed against the Co-opTo either cut down on beer or the kids new gearIt`s a big decision in a town called malice.The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my trackIt`s at the moment bound for nowhere -just going round and roundPlayground kids and creaking swings -lost laughter in the breezeI could go on for hours and I probably will -but I`d sooner put some joy backIn this town called malice.