Everyday Is Like Sunday

[ti:Everyday Is Like Sunday] [ar:一万个骗子] [al:Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure and Unknown Recordings of 10,000 Maniacs] [offset:0] Everyday Is Like Sunday - 一万个骗子 Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench Where your clothes were stolen This is a seaside town That they forgot to close down Armageddon come armageddon Come armageddon come Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey 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 grey Trudging back over pebbles and sand And a strange dust lands on your hands And on your face And 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 like sunday Everyday is silent and grey Everyday is silent and grey