all dressed up with somewhere to go i got ten new messages on my phone keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces and it goes on and on and on and on where are you going and where s she gone this whole night is just falling to pieces and we 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 say 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 they re bombing cities on tv i d love to gab but i m too busy it s time to go cause my hair is done now where s my mobile gone this girl s mouth is moving ra ra ra her icy fingers are slipping she drops her glass and it s fallen to pieces the guy behind his eyes meet mine please i don t want a fight just don t touch my face or hair cause 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