Everyday Is Like Sunday

Armageddon, come Armageddon, come, Armageddon, come

Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
Share some greased tea with me
Trudging back over pebbles and sand

Everyday is like Sunday
And on your face, on your face
On your face, on your face

Everyday is like Sunday
How I dearly wish I was not here
This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down
Everyday is silent and gray
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
Win yourself a cheap tray
And a strange dust lands on your hands
Everyday is like Sunday
In the seaside town that they forgot to bomb

Everyday is silent and grey