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