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 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