Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the seaside town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon
Come, Armageddon, come
And 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 coastal town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
And Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
As 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