Everyday 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

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and gray

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 gray