Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand

Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen

This is a 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 a promenade

Etch on a post card

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town

That they forgot to bomb



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)



Everyday is like Sunday

Win yourself a cheap tray

Share some grease tea with me

Everyday is silent and gray