EverydayIsLikeSunday

Everyday Is Like Sunday - Morrissey

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

On your

Your face

Your face

Your face

Everyday is like sunday

Win yourself a cheap tray

Share some greased tea with me

Everyday is silent and grey