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