Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to lock down
Come 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 lock down
Come Armageddon, come Armageddon, come
Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange mist 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 a greasy tea with me
Every day is silent and grey
Every day is silent and grey
Every day is like Sunday (every day)
Every day is like Sunday (every day is like Sunday)
Every day is like Sunday (every day, every day)
Every day is like Sunday (every day is like Sunday)
Every day is like Sunday (every day, every day is like Sunday)
Every day is like Sunday
