Lyrics:

Another happy lad**lf**With dirty pictures plastered on the wall**lf**A british beach collection**lf**A classic alcoholic argument**lf**I don''t want to see the sights**lf**There is nothing worse**lf**Thank god**lf**I don''t want to see the sights**lf**This bloody city**lf**I don''t want to waste another year**lf**Likewising oznes**lf**Are falling from the sky in front of me**lf**I don''t want to see the sights**lf**There is nothing worse**lf**Thank god**lf**I told you not to see the sights**lf**So this is life**lf**You don''t seem like history to me**lf**Tell me i don''t know**lf**Are the bruises on your face**lf**Stick on ones**lf**Why don''t i find out what you want**lf**There is never a place i have been through**lf**You''re going to wind up with every sod and stall**lf**They are going to wind up with**lf**You and you, and you