Lyrics Nails - Matthew Ryan

Well the stars are falling and the night's rolling up
The clocks are all twisted and the bar's in knots
We're dirty, we're spent and we're quick like money
And if it wasn't so true, well it might be funny

You're a chump, you're a fake, you're a soft hollowed fist
You're whatever went wrong, you're a populist
Yeah just last night I saw you creeping around
So vacant, so lost, talking too loud

Still all I need is a little bit of luck
A con that cons and a good haircut
Still all I need is a little bit of luck
The kind that comes with a good haircut

Some time ago I was as sharp as a nail
We rolled through the desert, we lowered the sails
When life came on like a cough or the flu
I was terrified I knew I'd lose you

Still all I need is a good haircut
A con that cons and a little bit of luck
Still all I need is a whole lot of luck
The kind that comes with a good haircut
A good haircut