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" as written by Steven Morrissey Stephen Street

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    General CommentExcuse me?
    Colin Meloy?
    I'll stick with this version. One of the best songs ever written.

    It's about how life in general is "Silent and Gray" and when people get a chance they 'Escape' to lovely fun towns were all of your cares will go away. But then you get there and you realise that it feels 200 times worse.

    "Etch a postcard :
    'How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here'
    In the seaside town
    ...that they forgot to bomb"
    Thierry14on April 08, 2005   Link

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