Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is a seaside 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 a promenade
Etch on a post card:
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the coastal town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come nuclear bomb!
Everyday is like Sunday
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Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face)
Everyday is like Sunday
"Win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some grease tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
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