Wish I Was Dead (A Bitter Treatise on the Great British Seaside)

Suffering now on the seafront, I'm wishing I was dead Suffering now on the seafront and I cannot pretend I care It's spitting now, it's spitting now it's turned It's spitting now, it's spitting now it's turned All the screaming children, all the peeling buildings The sticky litter, makes me bitter It's all conspiracy, there's only misery The stench of onions, the bastard pier Suffering now on the seafront, I'm wishing I was dead Suffering now on the seafront and I will not pretend it's fun I won't pretend, I won't pretend it's fun Then cognitive dissonance has won All the screaming children, all the peeling buildings The Punch and Judy has got me moody Kiss me quick and make a wish The broken donkeys, our B&B Only the sea is release from this hell Oh, let me wilt and sink in your silt All the screaming children, all the peeling buildings There is no solace in pickled mollusc Suffering now on the seafront, I'm wishing I was dead Suffering now on the seafront, I'm wishing I was dead Suffering now on the seafront, I'm wishing I was dead SUFFERING NOW ON THE SEAFRONT, I'M WISHING I WAS DEAD