Trudging slowly over wet sandBack to the bench where your clothes were stolenThis is the coastal townThat they forgot to close downArmageddon - come Armageddon!Come, Armageddon! Come!Everyday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyHide on the promenadeEtch a postcard :"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"In the seaside town…that they forgot to bombCome, Come, Come - nuclear bombEveryday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyTrudging back over pebbles and sandAnd 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 meEveryday is silent and grey
Everyday Is Like Sunday
Posted by sk8m8trix on July 25, 2010, 12:07 a.m.
Trudging slowly over wet sandBack to the bench where your clothes were stolenThis is the coastal townThat they forgot to close downArmageddon - come Armageddon!Come, Armageddon! Come!Everyday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyHide on the promenadeEtch a postcard :"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"In the seaside town…that they forgot to bombCome, Come, Come - nuclear bombEveryday is like SundayEveryday is silent and greyTrudging back over pebbles and sandAnd 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 meEveryday is silent and greyComments
I agree with marbs on this one. The world is screwed.
that's deep man. too bad I didn't read it.