Everyday Is Like Sunday

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 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
on your
your face
your face
your face
Everyday is like sunday
win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey