Everyday Is Like Sunday

Armageddon, come Armageddon, come, Armageddon, come
How I dearly wish I was not here

Everyday is like Sunday
And a strange dust lands on your hands
On your face, on your face
This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down
In the seaside town that they forgot to bomb
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
And on your face, on your face

Win yourself a cheap tray
Everyday is silent and gray
Everyday is like Sunday
Trudging back over pebbles and sand

Share some greased tea with me
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday