Everyday is Like Sunday
Trudging slowly over wet sandBack to the bench where your clothes were stolenThis is the coastal town that they forgot to close downArmageddon, come Armageddon, come, Armageddon, come
Everyday is like SundayEveryday is silent and gray
Hide on the promenade, etch a postcardHow I dearly wish I was not hereIn the seaside town that they forgot to bombCome, come, come, nuclear bomb
Everyday is like SundayEveryday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sandAnd a strange dust lands on your handsAnd on your face, on your faceOn your face, on your face
Everyday is like SundayWin yourself a cheap trayShare some greased tea with meEveryday is silent and gray