TOWN CALLED MALICE — текст песни (The Jam)

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it`s the one we`ll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - 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 floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It`s enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere`s a fine blend of ice -
I`m almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole street`s belief in Sunday`s roast beef
gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It`s a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It`s at the moment bound for nowhere -
just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
but I`d sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.