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