MOZ Live at Manchester 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