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 greyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
