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...