David Bowie - The Pretty Things Are Going to Hell (From "Stigmata") 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 Well, 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 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