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