| The Jam - Town Called MaliceD |
| F#m | |
| Better stop | dreaming of a quiet life, |
| Em | |
| ´Cause it´s the one we´ll | never know |
| F#m | |
| And quit | running for that runaway bus |
| Em | |
| `Cause those rosy days | are few |
| G | |
| And stop | apologizing, |
| F#m | |
| For the | things you´vre never done |
| A | |
| ´CausetTime is | short and life is cruel |
| But it´s up to us to change |
| D | |
| This town called Malice |
| F#m |
| Rows and rows of disused milk |
| Em | |
| Floats stand dying in | the dairy yard |
| F#m | |
| And a hundred | lonely housewifes |
| Em | |
| Clutch empty milk | bottles to their hearts |
| G |
| Hanging out their old love letters |
| F#m |
| On the lines to dry |
| A | |
| It´s enough | to make you stop believing |
| When tears come fast and furious |
| D | |
| In this town called Malice |
| F#m | Em |
| F#m | Em |
| G |
| Struggle after struggle |
| F#m |
| Year after year |
| A | |
| The atmosphere | ´s a fine blend of ice |
| I´m almost stone cold dead |
| D | |
| In this town called Malice |
| C# | |
| A | whole street´s belief |
| Bm | |
| in | Sunday´s roast beef |
| C#m | Bm | |
| Gets | dashed against the Co-Op |
| A | |
| To either cut | down on beer |
| Or the kid´s new gear |
| D | |
| It´s a big descicion in this town called Malice |
| Oh, yeah |
| F#m |
| The ghost of a steam train |
| Em |
| 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 |
| A | |
| I could go | on for hours and I propably will |
| But I´d sooner put some joy back in |
| D | |
| This town called Malice |
| This town called Malice |
| This town called Mailce |
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