Morrissey

Morrissey - Everyday is like Sunday songtekst

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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!

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
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Morrissey, Stephen Street

Componist: ?

Publisher: Whores In Retirement (2)

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1988

Taal: Engels

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