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