Everyday Is Like Sunday The Tea Party

[Verse 1]
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!

[Chorus 1]
Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 1]
Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey

[Verse 3]
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...