Every Day is Like Sunday

C F Trudging slowly over wet sand C Em F Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen Am G This is the coastal town C F That they forgot to close down Am G Armageddon - come Armageddon come Armageddon come C Em F Every day is like Sunday C Em F Every day is silent and grey C F Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard C Em F How I dearly wish I was not here Am G In this seaside town C F Am G That they forgot to bomb Come bomb, Nuclear bomb C Em F Every day is like Sunday C Em F Every day is silent and grey Am G Trudging back over pebbles and sand C G and a strange dust lands on your hands F G F G and on your face, on your face... on your face, on your face Chorus : C Em F Every day is like Sunday C Em F Win yourself a cheap trey C Em F Share some grease tea with me C Em F Every day is silent and grey