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

Armagedon - come armagedon come armagedon come

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on a promanade

etch on a post card:

how I dearly wish I was not here

in the seaside town

that they forgot to bomb

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)

everyday is like Sunday

"win yourself a cheap tray"

share some grease tea with me

everyday is silent and grey