Everyday Is Like Sunday

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