Lyrics: Everyday Is Like Sunday
Album: Bona Drag
Artist: Morrissey
 

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