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 CommentMorrissey is simply talking about the tacky, run down seaside towns of Britain where the beaches are littered with concrete or wooden groynes, where the promenade has an arcade or an ice cream stall, but it just makes it seem so depressing. Where old people go to retire and people steal your clothes off of the bench;)
    I think he is expressing the idea that British beaches, especially in England can be very dull places just like those rainy Sundays you had as a child with absolutely nothing to do as every Brit has probably experienced. This is an opinion that I had before I even heard the song.
    Waterfall123on April 21, 2014   Link

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