The World Was A Mess But His Hair Was Perfect

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