David Bowie - The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell
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What to do
What to wear
What to say 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
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've ever seen
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at 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 truss
Who to listen to
Who to suss

I'm reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge

I am a dragon
I am a drug
I am the best jazz you've ever heard
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at 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

You're still breathing but you don't know why
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell