David Bowie - The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell Lyrics

What to do?
What to say?
What to wear on a sunny day?
Who to phone?
Who to fight?
Who to dance with on a sunday night?

I'm reaching the very edge you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
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 drug, I am a dragon
I am the best jazz you ever seen
I am a dragon, I am the sky
I am the blood in the corner of your eye
I found the secrets I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find 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? Who to suss?

I'm reaching the very edge you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
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 drug, I am a dragon
I am the best jazz you ever seen
I am a dragon, I am the sky
I am the blood in the corner of your eye
I found the secrets I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old

The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well