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

scratch out a postcard

"how I dearly with 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)

Everyday is like Sunday

"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"

share some greased tea with me

everyday is silent and grey