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. Armagedon - come armagedon come armagedon come. Everyday is like sunday. Everyday is silent and grey. Hide on a promanade. 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 grey. 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 grey