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!)
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
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
Photographer: Andrew Meredith
