D
D7
D
Dmaj7
G
D
Dmaj7
G
Trudging slowly over wet sand
D
Dmaj7
G
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
A
This is the coastal town
D
G
That they forgot to close down
Bm
Armageddon – come Armageddon
A
come Armageddon come
D
A
G
Every day is like Sunday
D
A
G
Every day is silent and grey
D
Dmaj7
G
Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard
D
Dmaj7
G
How I dearly wish I was not here
A
In this seaside town
D
G
That they forgot to bomb
Bm
A
Come come,come Nuclear bomb
D
A
G
Every day is like Sunday
D
A
G
Every day is silent and grey
Bm
G
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
Bm
A
and a strange dust lands on your hands
G
and on your face
A
on your face
G
on your face
A
on your face
D
A
G
Every day is like Sunday
D
A
G
Win yourself a cheap tray
D
A
G
Share some greased tea with me
D
A
G
Every day is silent and grey
D7
D
G
Dmaj7
A
Bm
