« 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 »*
* Steven Patrick MORRISSEY , “Every Day Is Like Sunday” (written with Stephen STREET, the producer), Viva Hate, Sire/Emi, 1987/1988, track 3. After some hard time searching for the lyrics, I found them here.
