Everyday Is Like Sunday

　　Everyday Is Like Sunday - Chrissie Hynde

　　Trudging slowly over wet sand

　　Back to the bench

　　Where your clothes were stolen

　　This is a coastal town

　　That they forgot to burn down

　　Come come come come

　　Armageddon come

　　Everyday is like Sunday

　　Everyday is silent and gray

　　Hide on a promenade

　　Etch on a post card

　　How I dearly wish I was not here

　　In the coastal town

　　That they forgot to bomb

　　Come come nuclear bomb

　　Everyday is like Sunday

　　Everyday is silent and gray

　　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 grease tea with me

　　Everyday is silent and gray

　　Everyday is like Sunday

　　Everyday is like Sunday

　　Everyday is like Sunday