Everyday Is Like Sunday - Karen Souza

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 gray

Hide on the promenade scratch out a postcard

And 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 gray

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

Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is like Sunday