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
Compositores: Morrissey, Stephen Street
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