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 "8?202118!319211e??15f
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
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