Lyrics:

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