Lyrics Morrissey – Everyday Is Like Sunday
Text:
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon—come, Armageddon! Come, Armageddon! Come!
Armageddon—come, Armageddon! Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard,
«How I dearly wish I was not here.»
In the seaside town
…that they forgot to bomb
Come! 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, on your face, on your face, on your face
Everyday is like Sunday
«Win Yourself A Cheap Tray»
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
Album
Morrissey – Viva Hate
Morrissey – Margaret On The Guillotine
Morrissey – Dial–A–Cliche
Morrissey – I Don’t Mind If You Forget Me
Morrissey – The Ordinary Boys
Morrissey – Hairdresser On Fire
Morrissey – Break Up The Family
Morrissey – Suedehead
Morrissey – Late Night, Maudlin Street
Morrissey – Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together
Morrissey – Bengali In Platforms
Morrissey – Everyday Is Like Sunday
Morrissey – Little Man, What Now?
Morrissey – Alsatian Cousin