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 down Armageddon - come armageddon! Come, armageddon! come! Everyday is like sunday Everyday is silent and greyHide on the promenadeEtch a postcard :How I dearly wish I was not hereIn the seaside town...that they forgot to bombCome, come, come - nuclear bombEveryday is like sundayEveryday is silent and greyTrudging back over pebbles and sandAnd a strange dust lands on your hands(and on your face...)(on your face ...)(on your face ...)(on your face ...)Everyday is like sundayWin yourself a cheap trayShare some greased tea with meEveryday is silent and grey