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