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
