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, come

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and gray

Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard

How I dearly wish I was not here

In this seaside town

That they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come, nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and gray

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 gray