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