“Everyday is Like Sunday” by Morrissey

Hide on the promenade. Etch a postcard: ‘How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here.’

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!

Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard:

In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb

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…

“Win Yourself A Cheap Tray”
Share some greased tea with me

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