Lyric discussion by EddieTheCat 

I have to disagree with comments about how this describes the futility of life. It beautifully details the dullness of the many gone to seed British seaside towns. The song describes Whitstable so perfectly it made me laugh out loud when I first heard it.

Nobody's mentioned that this, like so many of Morrissey's songs is funny... "trudging back to the bench where your clothes were stolen" is a scene from a sitcom! Calling for the bombing of a town because it's boring is self-consciously and hilariously adolescent. I have no idea what greased tea and strange dust is about but wouldn't be surprised if there were some literary innuendo there.

On the subject of which, the "come nuclear bombs" line is an obvious reference to John Betjeman's "Slough": "Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough" but lacks its snobbishness. Morrissey admirers might like to wonder if this little poem didn't influence him just as much as Wilde: cdr.stanford.edu/intuition/Slough.html

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