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