MORRISSEY


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 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

these lyrics are submitted by bbQueen
these lyrics are last corrected by BURKUL

Songwriter(s): Steven Morrissey, Stephen Street
Copyright: Emi Virgin Music Ltd., Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B.V.
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