I Don't Want to See the Sights

Another happy lad With dirty pictures plastered on the wall A British beach collection A classic alcoholic argument I don't wanna see the sights There's nothing worse Thank God I don't have to see the sights This bloody city I don't wanna waste another year Likewise in ozone's Had falling from the sky in front of me I don't wanna see the sights There's 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 Is never a place I have been through You're gonna wind up with every sod and stall They're gonna wind up with you and you and you