The Pretty Things Are Going to Hell - David Bowie

What to wear, what to say

What to do on a sunny day

Who to phone, who to fight

Who to dance with on a Sunday night?

Reaching the very edge you know

Reaching the very edge

I'm going to the other side of this town

Reaching the very edge

You're still breathing but you don't know why

Life's a bit and sometimes you die

You're still breathing but you just can't tell

Don't hold your breath

But the pretty things are going to hell

Well, I am a drug, I am a dragon

I am your best jazz you've ever seen

I am the dragon, I am the sky

I am the blood at the corner of your eye

I found the secrets, I found gold

I found you out before you grow old

I found you out before you grow old

What is eternal, what is damned

What is clay and what is sand?

Who to dis, who to trust

Who to listen to and who to suss?

I'm reaching the very edge you know

I'm reaching the very edge

I'm going to the other side of this town

I'm reaching the very edge

You're still breathing but you don't know why

Life's a bit and sometimes you die

You're still breathing but you just can't tell

Don't hold your breath

But the pretty things are going to hell

I am a dragon, I am a drug

I am your best jazz you've ever had

I am the dragon, I am the sky

I am the blood at the corner of your eye

I found the secrets, I found gold

I found you out before you grow old

I found you out before you grow old

The pretty things are going to hell

They wore it out

But they wore it well

The pretty things are going to hell

They wore it out

But they wore it well

The pretty things are going to hell

They wore it out

But they wore it well

The pretty things are going to hell

They wore it out

But they wore it well

You're still breathing but you don't know why, we got

You're still breathing but you just can't tell

Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell