The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell Lyrics by David Bowie

The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell Lyrics

    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

    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 just 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

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