Revolution [Live]
CHRISTINE HYNDE
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon !
Everyday is Like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Scratch out a postcard
"How I dearly wish I was not here"
In the seaside town
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)
Everyday is like Sunday
"Win yourself a Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey