Lyrics Every Day Is Like Sunday - William Control
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
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