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


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Everyday Is Like Sunday Lyrics as written by Steven Morrissey Stephen Street

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    I think this is about Morrissey relating his boring, sad and depressing existence (and in life in general) through relating it to a wet, seaside town on a Sunday. Bearing in mind it was the late 80s when there wasn't much open or to do on a Sunday anywhere let alone a seaside town out of season in Britain. I think he just describes a powerful scene of a lonely seaside town as an example which we relate to. This is typical of him in many of his and the Smiths songs to describe things we can relate to as a means to portray a point.

    CharmingManon November 06, 2005   Link

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