作词 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN/STREET, STEVEN
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