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 have to see the sights
This bloody city
I don’t want to waste another year
Likenising ozone (s)
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