Everyday Is Like Sunday – MorrisseyBy Trudging slowly over wet sandBack to the benchWhere your clothes were stolenThis is the coastal townThat they forgot to close downArmageddon—come, Armageddon! Come, Armageddon! Come!Everyday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyHide on the promenadeEtch a postcard,“How I dearly wish I was not here.”In the seaside town…that they forgot to bombCome! Come! Come—nuclear bomb!Everyday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyTrudging back over pebbles and sandAnd a strange dust lands on your handsAnd on your face, on your face, on your face, on your faceEveryday is like Sunday“Win Yourself A Cheap Tray”Share some greased tea with meEveryday is silent and grey www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20