EverydayIsLikeSunday

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 come

Everyday is like sunday

Everyday is silent and grey

Hide 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 bomb

Everyday is like sunday

Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging 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 face )

Everyday is like sunday

\"win yourself a cheap tray\"

Share some greased tea with me

Everyday is silent and grey