It´s Sunday

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 sundayEveryday 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 bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like sundayEveryday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sandAnd a strange dust lands on your hands(and on your face...)(on your face ...)(on your face ...)(on your face ...)
Everyday is like sundayWin yourself a cheap trayShare some greased tea with meEveryday is silent and grey