Trudging slowly over wet sandBack to the bench where your clothes were stolenThis is the coastal townThat they forgot to close downArmageddon - come Armageddon!Come, Armageddon! Come!Everyday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyHide on the promenadeEtch a postcard :"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"In the seaside town...that they forgot to bombCome, Come, Come - nuclear bombEveryday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyTrudging back over pebbles and sandAnd 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 meEveryday is silent and grey