Another happy lad With dirty pictures plastered on the wall A british beach collection A classic alcoholic argument I don't want to see the sights There is nothing worse Thank god I don't want to see the sights This bloody city I don't want to waste another year Likewising oznes Are falling from the sky in front of me I don't want to see the sights There is nothing worse Thank god I told you not to see the sights So this is life You don't seem like history to me Tell me i don't know Are the bruises on your face Stick on ones Why don't i find out what you want There is never a place i have been through You're going to wind up with every sod and stall They are going to wind up with You and you, and you