Lyrics of
Everyday is Like Sunday

Everyday Is Like Sunday by Morrissey is a melancholic critique of the declining seaside towns of the United Kingdom, which Morrissey saw as symbols of the despair and loneliness of modern life. Inspired by Matthew Arnolds poem Dover Beach and the feeling of desolation in British resort towns during the off-season, the lyrics reflect a mix of boredom and apocalypse, suggesting an escape both metaphorically and literally from the oppressive confine ... s of everyday life. See more [+]

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

Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard
How I dearly wish I was not here
In this seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come come,come, Nuclear bomb

Every day is like Sunday
Every day 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

Every day is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Every day is silent and grey

(repeat and fade)