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 bomb, 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 trey
Share some grease tea with me
Every day is silent and grey