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
EVERY DAY
IS LIKE SUNDAY
EVERY DAY
IS SILENT AND GRAY
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
EVERY DAY
IS LIKE SUNDAY
EVERY DAY
IS SILENT AND GRAY
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
EVERY DAY
IS LIKE SUNDAY
WIN YOURSELF
A CHEAP TRAY
SHARE SOME GREASE TEA
WITH ME
EVERY DAY
IS SILENT AND GRAY
EVERY DAY
IS LIKE SUNDAY
EVERY DAY
IS LIKE SUNDAY
EVERY DAY
IS LIKE SUNDAY
EVERY DAY
IS LIKE SUNDAY