money on straight

The Killers

Get your hair cut
Get your money on straight
Get your head right
And don't forget where you come from
Who you friends are and all that shit

Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning
Stories of pain and fear
Ringing in my eardrum
And ever since I come home
There's been somebody with the loaded gun
Get your finger on the trigger, son
Ringing in my eardrum

Get your hair cut
Get your money on straight
Get your head right
And don't forget where you come from
Who you friends are and all that shit

Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning
Stories of pain and fear
Ringing in my eardrum
And ever since I come home
There's been somebody with the loaded gun
Get your finger on the trigger, son
Ringing in my eardrum

Get your hair cut
Get your money on straight
Get your head right
And don't forget where you come from
Who you friends are and all that shit

I admit I don't understand how this all started
But I know it's gotten out of hand
We can't go back now
We can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass
Not while we're sailing too close
sailing too close to the wind
Sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind