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
