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 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 gris tea with me

Everyday is silent and grey



Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is like Sunday