Morrisey
Morrisey - Every Day Is Like Sunday songtekst
Je score:
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