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

Every day is like Sunday

Every day 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

Every day is like Sunday

Every day 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

Every day is like Sunday

Win yourself a cheap tray

Share some greased tea with me

Every day is silent and grey