David Bowie

Letra de The pretty things are going to hell (Stigmata film version)

Letras de David Bowie

"The pretty things are going to hell (Stigmata film version)"

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
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You're still breathing but you don't know why
Life's a bitch 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 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 truss?
Who to listen to?
Who to suss?

I'm reching 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

Chorus