Trudging slowly over wet sand   Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen   This is a coastal town   That they forgot to close down      Armageddon, come Armageddon   Come Armageddon come   Everyday is like Sunday   Everyday is silent and gray      Hide on a promenade   Etch on a post card   How I dearly wish I was not here   In the seaside town   That they forgot to bomb      Come, come nuclear bomb   Everyday is like Sunday   Everyday is silent and gray      Trudging back over pebbles and sand   And a strange dust lands on your hands   (And on your face)      Everyday is like Sunday   Win yourself a cheap tray   Share some grease tea with me   Everyday is silent and gray