Albert Allgaier - Everyday is like Sunday Event

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! Hide
on the promenade, etch a postcard: How I dearly wish I was not here
in theseaside town … that they forgot to bomb. Come, come, come -
nuclearbomb. 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.
(lyrics by Morrissey, various media by Albert Allgaier)