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

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