Composição: Paul WellerColaboração e revisão: Manoel Eduardo
Intro: D F#m Better stop dreaming of the quiet life - Em cos it's the one we'll never know F#m And quit running for that runaway bus - Em cos those rosey days are few G And - stop apologising for the F#m things you've never done, A Cos time is short and life is cruel - but it's up to us to change D (Intro) This town called malice. F#m Rows and rows of disused milk floats Em stand dying in the dairy yard F#m And a hundred lonely housewives clutchEm empty milk bottles to their hearts G Hanging out their old love letters F#m on the line to dry A It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious D (Intro) In a town called malice. F#m Em F#m Em Papapapa parapa G F#m Struggle after struggle - year after year A The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice - I'm almost stone cold dead D (Intro) In a town called malice. C# C B A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef C#m Bm gets dashed against the Co-op A To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear It's a big decision in a town called D (Intro) malice. F#m Em The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track F#m It's at the moment bound for nowhere - Em just going round and round G Playground kids and creaking swings - F#m lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will - but I'd sooner put some joy back D (Intro) In this town called malice.