Everyday Is Like Sunday - 2011 Remaster

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
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 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