• Fuck it, all the lyrics apply

    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

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