Letra de Everyday Is Like 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 sunday Everyday 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 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 grey