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