Lyrics:

“Everyday is Like Sunday” was released as the second single off of Viva Hate and follows Morrissey’s dissatisfaction with a particular out-of-season beach town.
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

Every day is like Sunday
Every day 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

Every day is like Sunday
Every day 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

Every day is like Sunday
'Win yourself a cheap tray'
Share some greased tea with me
Every day is silent and grey