trudging slowly over wet sands
back to the bench,
where your clothes were stolen,
this is the coastal town,
that they forgot to close down
armageddon, come armageddon come.
every day is like sunday
every day 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.
everyday is like sunday
win yourself a cheep trick,
share some grease tea with me, everyday is silent and grey.
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