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 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