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 want to see the sights
There is nothing worse
Thank god
I don't want to see the sights

This bloody city
I don't want to waste another year
Likewising oznes
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