Everyday Is Like Sunday Lyrics

Everyday Is Like Sunday

[ Morrissey ]

Trudging slowly over wet sand 
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen 
this is a coastal town 
that they forgot to close down 
Armagedon - come armagedon come armagedon come 
Everyday is like Sunday 
Everyday is silent and grey 
Hide on a promanade 
etch on a post card: 
how I dearly wish I was not here 
in the seaside town 
that they forgot to bomb 
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) 
everyday is like Sunday 
"win yourself a cheap tray" 
share some grease tea with me 
everyday is silent and grey