Everyday Is Like Sunday Lyrics - Pretenders

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 gray 

Hide on the promenade scratch out a postcard 

And 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 gray 

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 

Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is like Sunday 

Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is like Sunday