[Verse 1] 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!
[Chorus 1] Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey
[Verse 2] 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
[Chorus 1] Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey
[Verse 3] 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…
[Chorus 2] Every day is like Sunday «Win yourself a cheap tray» Share some greased tea with me Every day is silent and grey
