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 shy through the night Just trying to stop our arguments falling to pieces You slag off America in the pop Saying the war was shot 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