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Everyday Is Like Sunday - Morrissey

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 this 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 grease-tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey.