Rhoda Dakar - Everyday Is Like Sunday Lyrics

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to lock 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 lock down
Armageddon, come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange mist 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 a greasy tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is like Sunday