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