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