Immaginate sta canzone cantata da un Romatriste dopo la partita: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 greyHide 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 greyTrudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange
dust cup 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 greyPare scritta pe loro: sará che Morrisey é Laziale