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