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      Everyday is like Sunday   Everyday is silent and gray      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, on your face      Everyday is like Sunday   Win yourself a cheap tray   Share some greased tea with me   Everyday is silent and gray