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