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 grey Verse 2 Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard How I dearly wish I was not here In this seaside town That they forgot to bomb Come bomb, Nuclear bomb REPEAT CHORUS 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 trey Share some grease tea with me Every day is silent and grey