But you see.. that's how I see my own neighborhood.
I live in a part of Sacramento with a very bad reputation for gang violence and Welfare cheats. At one time... there was a family living next door to me with thirteen people all living in three rooms. Many of my neighbors speak different languages, and recently, there was a collection held to send the dead body of a young man killed in a drive by back to Mexico so he could be burried with his family.
You see..
In my eyes..
I *live* in the Town Called Malice.
Sometimes I fear I'll never escape.
There are stories of prostitutes that come out at night on my street corner... and the sad thing is, I'd believe it if more traffic passed by.
Over thirty years ago, when my father and his mother bought our house, this was a *nice* area. Neighbors were friendly and there was a common bond.
Nowadays, I try to avoid eye contact with anyone I might accidentally see on the walk from my front dooor to the car...
::sigh::
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.