Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand

Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen

This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down

Armageddon, come Armageddon, come, Armageddon, comeEveryday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and grayHide on the promenade, etch a postcard

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town that they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come, nuclear bombEveryday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and greyTrudging back over pebbles and sand

And a strange dust lands on your hands

And on your face, on your face

On your face, on your faceEveryday is like Sunday

Win yourself a cheap tray

Share some greased tea with me

Everyday is silent and gray