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