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 CommentI think this song is about expressing boredom and suppression. The boring holiday in a sea side town seems to be a spiritual place to reflect the boredom where everyday is like sunday; all the shops are closed and there's nothing to do. The first verse implies that he feels naked and alone and he wishes that the sea side town (his boredom) could just be destroyed and made rid of. This is one of the best songs I've ever heard to express unhappiness and boredom, which also cleverly makes fun of typical holidays, for instance "etch a postcard, how i dealy wish i was not here", replacing the typical "wish you were here" with a message more honest, almost like a cry for help.
    Tom_999on May 22, 2005   Link

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