The World Was A Mess But His Hair Was Perfect (The Rakes)

All dressed up with somewhere to go Got ten new messages on your phone Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces The night goes on and on and on and on Where're you going and where's Steve gone This whole night is just falling to pieces And you go on and on and on Talking shite through the night Just trying to stop our arguments falling to pieces You slag off America in the pub Saying the war was shite Then in the club drink some Buds and smoke some Marlboro Lights. The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect This girl's mouth is moving 'ra ra ra' Her eyes and fingers are slipping She drops a glass and it's falling to pieces The guy behind, his eyes meet mine Please I don't want a fight Just don't touch my face, or hair Cos that would ruin my night. The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect