Every Day Is Like Sunday lyrics

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