C                      F
  Trudging slowly over wet sand 
            C                             F
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen 
                   G
This is the coastal town 
C                         F
That they forgot to close down                                              
             Am                               F
Armageddon - come Armageddon  come Armageddon  come 

C       G           F
  Every day is like Sunday 
C              G          F
  Every day is silent and grey 

C                                  F
  Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard 
      C                     F
How I dearly wish I was not here                
                G
In this seaside town                    
C                   F       Am                   F
That they forgot to bomb   Come bomb,   Nuclear bomb
 
Am                                  C
  Trudging back over pebbles and sand 
      Am                          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 

C       G           F
  Every day is like Sunday 
C         G      F
  Win yourself a cheap trey 
C          G               F
Share some grease tea with me 
C              G          F
  Every day is silent and grey