Everyday Is Like Sunday

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