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 greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey