Town Called Malice — Jam | караоке с текстом песни

Better stop dreaming of a quiet life. It's the one we'll never know. Big brain father, runaway bus. Those cozy days are few. Yeah. Stop all monetizing the things you never done. Time is short and life is cruel. It's up to us to change. In a town called Malice. Rows and rows of misused milkers stand guard in a dairy yard. And a hundred lonely housewives. Run shanty mill balls through their hearts. Hanging out there old love letters. On the line decline. It's enough to make you stop believing. With disco bars and booze. In a town called malice. Yeah. Ba-ba ba-ba ba-da-ba. Ba-ba ba-da-ba. Oh. Ba-ba ba-da-ba. Ba-ba ba-da-ba. Struggle after struggle. Year after year. The average man's a boyfriend. No wife, home, or phone call made. In a town called Malice. Ooh yeah. Some streets need relief. And some days rose beat. Get stashed against the co-op. Swallow the cup down with beer. All the kids move here. It's big decision. In a town called Malice. Ooh yeah. Ooh. There goes my steam train. It goes down the track. Send him on without going nowhere. Goes round and round. Off the fence and cricket swings. What's left are in the breeze. Hang it all around the bubbling river. Should've pushed the glories back in. Town called Malice. Yeah. Ooh. A town called Malice. Yes.