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