Текст песни 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 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, 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"
And share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey