Lyrics The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell - David Bowie

The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell

What to wear
What to say
What to do on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on Sunday night
Reaching the very edge, you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side
Reaching the very edge
Chorus:
You’re still breathing but you don’t know why
Life’s 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