《 Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday (03:36) 》

《 Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday (03:36) 》

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

Songwriters

STEPHEN STREET, STEVEN MORRISSEY

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