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TOWN CALLED MALICE Lyrics Artist(Band):The Jam
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. Ba ba ba ba burada bu burada ohh ba ba ba ba burada ba b burada 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. Ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere - just going round and round, Ohh 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. If you find some error in TOWN CALLED MALICE Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to drathband@btinternet.com for submitting the lyrics. Review about TOWN CALLED MALICE Funk | Reviewer: Paul | 7/9/2008 a classic | Reviewer: Dave Hughes | 1/23/2008 This track doesn't get the recognition it truly deserves. I'm not what you could call a Jam fan, but the lyrics on this track are absolutely timeless. Superb! lethal | Reviewer: k long | 11/2/2007 this is the fuckin tune that sums up workin class growing up. the tunes absolutely rockin in to the bargain. i think the lyrics "to either cut down beer or the kids new gear" is genius and so easily could be " all the cutting down on beer all the kids do gear its a big decision in a town called Malice" ye fuckin ha Weller at his very best | Reviewer: Dave | 3/21/2007 Yet another fantastic Jam track. Weller's observations of his home town, Woking, demonstrate again why he's one of the great lyrists of the last 30 years. "A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef" sums up the suburban malase portrayed here. Using the disused milkfloats as a meaphor for empty lives is absolutely brilliant. the tune's not bad either! Rockin Jam | Reviewer: Adrian | 10/13/2004 The Jam were getting funky by this stage of their career and this is an absolute cracker of a tune. Great party hit as well as one to put on in your bedroom and jump around to. Word. Review the song TOWN CALLED MALICE The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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