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