Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is a coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon
Come Armageddon come
Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey
Hide on a promenade
Etch a post card
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb, bomb
Come, come nuclear bomb
Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face
And on your face
On your face, on your face
Every day is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some grease tea with me
Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey
Every day is silent and grey
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